The decision was made early this morning to go to Yosemite National Park, a 200 mile trek from Monterey. We are now situated at a campground east of Groveland, about five miles from the entrance to the Park. We will have all day tomorrow to visit and explore Yosemite. We will return to this same campground tomorrow night.
We drove through familiar places as we started out, Marina, Prunedale, Watsonville, and Gilroy (garlic capital of the world) and then took a scenic drive on Route 152 over the Diablo Range and over the Pacheco Pass into Los Banos and then north to Merced where we picked up Route 140 which leads to Yosemite. In the valley there were many farm stands along the road. We stopped for peaches, tomatoes and corn—nothing like California produce!
We cannot use our cell phones here in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, nor do we have internet access. Oh, my, what are we going to do with ourselves without those cell phones? This blog will appear whenever we get connected again.
Twenty-two years ago yesterday (Labor Day) Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall—35 feet from the rooftop to the ground. I was rushed by helicopter to the Shock Trauma Center in Baltimore. While in that helicopter, all strapped down, I could not move. I thought in that moment that I was paralyzed. Would I be able to live out my dream to travel the world, I wondered? I promised myself then and there that if I recovered, I would begin living that dream. I recovered, thanks to Dr. Paul Manson, and began traveling the very next year and have traveled somewhere every year since. Now you know why I am filled with gratitude to be on the road and to be living this dream!