The drive was exactly how I like my drives: scenic and smooth. The sun rose above the hills of our golden state. And (thanks to their tour guide) Adam & Amber knew exactly why it's called the Golden State. Our guidebook advised a strategic planning of our last gas stop, to best avoid getting ripped off near the park. We stopped at a 7-11 for gas and a loaf of bread and to begin our ascent.
Stop number one was a bust. We were turned away from our inn. I don't know when 3 PM check ins became the industry standard, but I would like to go on the record as saying I dislike it. I mean this wasn't particularly horrible because our room was safe until 8 at night or something. But still, it was annoying.
Back on the road, losing cell reception, smelling fresh air, we were close. And then we hit traffic. It didn't really make sense, as we had seen few cars along the way. I mean there are always people heading to Yosemite. But traffic had been typical of a Saturday in the middle of September, until we were almost right outside of the park. It was inexplicable, until one of the sharper eyed in our bunch said "are those horses?" And indeed they were.
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