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.