Friday, October 19, 2018


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.