Last week I left off with a sleepless night in San Francisco. This week (sorry for being a day late, but it was my birthday and then I drove through a flood): picking up our home for the next three weeks and driving to Yosemite National Park.
My stepmom got up pretty early and I figured that meant it must just be time to get up. But then she told me she’s just going for a walk and that I can go back to sleep. Is there anything more magical than someone telling you to go back to sleep? Like when your mom comes into your room early on a winter morning to let you know there’s a delay or a snow day altogether—pure magic. Especially the morning after a very sleepless night. A little while later my dad did basically the same thing. Except he said he’d be back in about 20 minutes and then we should all go get breakfast. My stomach grumbled, “brrrreakfast…yrrrs prrrs,” so I dragged myself out of bed.
After breakfast we took the hotel’s free shuttle to the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) station. We stood around looking confusedly at a map until a fellow German speaking tourist came up and offered to help. Turns out he was headed in the same direction and knew at least sort of where to go. So we rode the train from Milbrae to 24th street or something like that.
We got off the train and onto a bus that took us to 3rd street. Then we lugged all of our luggage for several blocks to Lost Campers. My parents kept offering to take my duffel bag for me (it has wheels, but it was pretty heavy). I just kept switching it from hand to hand and even pulled it with both while walking backwards for a while. I told them I’d let them know when I needed them to take over. And just when I thought I couldn’t go on pulling it any longer, we were there!
The owner, Nick, was really friendly. He told us about some other crazy Austrians, a pair of photographers, who got themselves stuck in Death Valley trying to take pictures by the sand dunes. If you get stuck in Death Valley, no one will come get you (well maybe AAA will, but I’m not sure). So these guys had to spend two days walking back to civilization. At least that’s the story this guy told us. I think people like to make things sound bigger and scarier than they actually are in order to scare off the inexperienced people who would end up in trouble simply because they wouldn’t know what to do. So we told him we’d be careful in Death Valley and my dad and I signed up as the drivers.
I got to ride shotgun and play navigator for a lot of our trip because I knew how to work the GPS. I programmed Yosemite National Park as our destination and we hit the road…sort of. We spent quite a bit of time failing to navigate the maze of hilly streets and got the GPS thoroughly confused. Eventually though we found our way and headed to the nearest Wal*Mart for food, water, and general camping supplies.
Once we were properly on the road we passed through farmland and endless orchards. Then there were hills covered in yellow grass, topped with old wind mills, and dotted with herds of cattle.
We stopped at a wings joint for lunch and my dad thoroughly enjoyed a basket of buffalo wings.
Upon Nick’s advice we spent our first night not in Yosemite, but the adjacent Stanislaus National Forest. It was Memorial Day weekend, so all the official campgrounds were full, but we found an area at an ATV trail head that had rudimentary campsites and a port-o-potty.
On the way to our first site we saw the first of several trees with shoes thrown up into its branches. We were fascinated. I’d seen a tree like this in a movie, and I figured maybe there was a real one somewhere, but I never thought I’d see one. I wish I’d brought an extra pair of shoes to throw up there.
Anyway, we set up our camp
and feasted on cold pizza and tomato salad dressed with leftover ranch from the wings joint. We agreed that I would sleep in the roof tent and my parents would share the bed that could be set up inside the car. It turned out to be a pretty comfortable sleeping arrangement, if a little cold for m those first few nights (that night we were at about 4,000-5,000 ft).
The next morning, we huddled in patches of sunlight filtering through the trees to stay warm through breakfast. Then we got back on the road toward Yosemite.
When we got close to Yosemite, we got stuck in a traffic jam. We puzzled over what caused it and hoped that it wasn’t because the park was so full. Eventually we said “screw it” and pulled off into Hetch Hetchy Valley for lunch. Hetch Hetchy was an area a lot like Yosemite Valley until it was flooded to create a reservoir in the 1910s. A lot of people protested this but it was done anyway. At least, that’s what my dad told us (a quick Google search verified it).
We made veggie sausages for lunch (camping hint: don’t bring foods that require refrigeration to save space and money that you’d otherwise use on ice for your cooler). We lazed around by the creek for a while. Then a family came by who had been swimming upstream. They told us about a really cool waterfall so we decided to go check it out. We headed for the woods but soon got the feeling that we must be on the wrong path. But we decided to check it out anyway. We found a big tree that had been cut down and spent a lot of time being amazed by it and saying how this tree alone was worth the unintentional detour. Little did we know then we’d be seeing true sylvan giants in just a few days.
Eventually we turned around and found the trail to the waterfall. It was a pleasant walk until we got to the waterfall itself, where a rudimentary trail continued up. A lot of people stayed near the bottom to take pictures. We climbed quite a ways along the side of the falls to get to a secluded area. We were pretty hot from the climb so we jumped into the frigid water. After that the sun disappeared pretty quickly so we headed back to the car.
That evening, we decided we’d earned a fancy restaurant dinner so we drove to the nearest one. My parents ordered steak and each tried some of my Reuben sandwich. Unfortunately, the campground we had our sights set on filled up in the meantime and we were forced to go on the hunt for a new place. The RV park nearby was far too expensive and demanded a three night minimum because of the holiday weekend (no idea how that makes a lick of sense).
Finally, we found a dirt road that led out a comfortable distance away from civilization. We pulled over on a turnout and decided that though we didn’t have a pretty view, this would do just fine. When you learn what you can do without, you end up saving yourself plenty of money.
Next week: Yosemite and beyond!