I get really bad wanderlust. So this past Thursday when I was struck with a particularly strong case of it, I sent off an email to Paul asking what he thought about doing a day-trip to Yosemite this weekend if work allowed. He was all for it, and nothing blew up with any of my cases on Friday afternoon, so we woke up early Saturday morning and headed out.
Really the drive isn't bad. It takes about three and a half hours, but the southern route past Casa de Fruta and around the southern border of Henry Coe State Park is incredibly scenic. And I really enjoy passing all of the agriculture that goes on in the central valley - fields of strawberries just springing up from the black dirt at this time of year, orchards full of orderly rows of trees, etc.
We got to the park around 9:30 a.m. and drove through the valley floor, staring up through the sun-roof or out the windows at the sheer granite faces of the valley walls. There were waterfalls that we have never seen before, this being the earliest in the year that I've ever been to Yosemite.
After our hike we took the bus back from Happy Isles to the Awahnee for some relaxation time. It felt wonderful to sink into the comfortably upholstered lounge chairs in the great room at the Awahnee (a super elegant yet rustic hotel on the valley floor where we would love to stay but can't afford to shell out the dough - even to eat at their shi-shi restaurant where the men have to wear suit jackets). The iconic structure is made entirely of stone and concrete pressed and painted to look like timbers so that it is fireproof.
We made it home around 10:30 p.m., sore and road-weary. But it was a wonderful day.