Several months after my husband died when
people would ask me how I was doing,
I would reply: “the polite answer, or the
truth?”
Yesterday morning when my brother enquired
as to my night, I replied short story, or long?
We had arrived in Oakhurst, just outside
Yosemite, in the late afternoon and started looking for hotels: ended up in a
separate lodge at the Best Western Plus at a good rate as they were full in the
hotel itself. Totally acceptable if very 1970s – I should have taken pictures,
but some things are better ignored.
We had a lovely meal at El Cid’s Mexican
restaurant up the road then returned to plan our next day – two nights in the
park – and follow the shutdown news (I posted my feelings on that to Facebook
when midnight in Washington D.C. came and went with no progress and what we
were personally concerned with came to pass: no parks open).
Off to bed to gird ourselves for the coming
days: Turned in at 11 p.m., got up to put on jogging pants at 11.05; I awoke at
4 a.m. and put on jogging jacket (didn’t want to turn on all the lights to find
the heating unit – there were no extra blankets handy). Awoke again at 5h30 and
contemplated digging out the new down coat, drifted back to sleep until 6.30. There were some coffee packets, but no creamer
at all. At least wi-fi was up and working well so we could follow the saga of
the shutdown.
Yosemite saga
Very conflicting information – our final
plan was to drive through the park then perhaps go along the California Nevada
border: before retiring for the night the plan had been to drive a 100-mile
loop then head out across the state for Mendocino (talk about being weather
vanes with a change every 5 minutes, we were going full force).
At the park entrance, we were handed a
yellow slip of paper specifying that stopping
or parking on roads or in pull outs was strictly prohibited and that no restrooms or concessions would be
open. The first side road that we came
to was barred with “road closed” signs and the restrooms were locked. At the
first lookout view of the valley where we stopped, in spite of the yellow
instructions, in the process of taking pictures for others and in turn having
our pictures taken, we gleaned the fact from someone leaving that restaurants
and stores were open on the valley floor.
We took heart and decided to present
ourselves for check-in at Curry Village and see what would happen (we figured
that we wouldn’t get a reimbursement in any case so might as well try). We
ended up not only being able to check in for the two nights that we had booked,
but also being able to get an upgrade and move into a cabin, which cost us less
than the original rooms: win, win, and yet another win when we went to have
lunch at the Ahwahnee Inn.
Caeser salad at the Ahwahnee |
Chocolate torte at the Ahwahnee |
Yes, roads are blocked and several pull outs
are barricaded, but we spent a wonderful day enjoying Yosemite. Today my
brother got up and on the trail to climb Half Dome at 6 a.m. leaving Kathy and
I to enjoy the things that are still open.
The park has to be vacated at 3 p.m. tomorrow, which is when we were
planned to leave anyway – I truly lead a charmed life sometimes.
Half Dome at sunset |
Cabin fire in the Curry Cabin, Curry Village, Yosemite, CA |
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