On the road up, on the road back to Fresno, Dad would sing a made-up song about good old Yo-Sem-Ite.
Max, the wife and I just spent 4 days in the Yosemite Valley.
During our stay there was haze in the valley making for less than desirable photographs. In spite of that, the beauty of Yo Sem Ite is overwhelming. Max enjoyed Yosemite - it was his first visit - but thought there were too many trees. I think he's right. Cut a few down - they're interfering with the view.
The pose for the camera is typical for father and son. We stand together. Max grabs my shoulder. Smile. Wrrrr, click!
Next visit we'll come up with another pose that's wayyy different. This one is too boring.
To keep the road open a half a mile long detour was constructed (complete with special bridge fording the river) that crossed the Merced River and then back on the other side again.
It was a one lane detour so we had to take turns using the detour with opposing vehicles. There was a 15 minute wait. You could jump the red light and play chicken with on-coming traffic.
Here's we're waiting for the light to turn green. We were not interested in a game of chicken. The engine is off. All you hear are the sounds of the Merced.
Midday we pulled off of the highway for lunch at a roadside restaurant. Me a burger, Candace eggs and chorizo for which she paid dearly. She was up all night hugging the toilet and calling out for Ralph.
RALPH! RALPH!!!
I don't think Candace will be ordering eggs and chorizo for a long time.

2 comments:
I love that pic of you and Max! you guys look great!
Thanks, Shelly. We had a great time.
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