On our final day in Yosemite we were determined to go
rafting down the Merced. The rental
office didn’t open until 10am so we thought we’d walk over to the Ahwanhee just
to see it. Again we got lost on the
trails and never made it! But we were
almost first in line for rafting. Then
we looked at the signs; everyone must be over 50 pounds (hummm, Max is about 30
pounds), the trip takes about 2+ hours, orientation is 30 minutes and bus ride
back another 30 minutes when the bus comes (check out was at 11am and we were
planning on leaving at noon). Time was
NOT working in our favor. After another
family discussion we decided to return again to Yosemite to raft, but today we
should pack up our things and move on – after more ice cream, of course.
Within in 200 yards of the Curry Village parking lot I was
pulled over by a Park Ranger for doing 37 in a 25mph zone. He was very official asking for my license
and registration, did I know why he stopped me, did I know the speed limit,
etc., but then asked where we were going, I suppose expecting us to say
something local and I said, “Uh, Australia.”
That took him aback and he promptly returned my papers without
questioning the immigration status of my passengers and wished us bon voyage.
On the way south we knew the exact exit to take in Fresno to
go through the Starbucks drive thru for 2 double tall non-fat lattes. Diving southwest across the San Joaquin
Valley was very interesting. There was
field after field of different fruit trees, vegetables and vineyards. The variety of colors and topography was
captivating. We finally hit the 101 and drove south
to Solvang, just north of Santa Barbara, to stay with our friends Lew and
Genevieve.
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