In keeping with COW Rituals, we had no reservation at Yosemite's premier property, which books up months in advance. Just moseyed in. And nailed a suite that someone cancelled thirty minutes earlier. (The registration receptionist was astonished.)
Bar with a view
The last (and only) time I was here was when I was eight years-old. We tented in Camp Curry, breakfast was an open-air buffet, I tried to catch a squirrel by luring it into our tent, and watched the fire-fall at nine o'clock sharp--and my grandmother got chased by a bear after taking out the garbage.