Travels with Dodger
To all our Block Island friends,
Last week we left the Grand Canyon on a Wednesday morning and headed south for Phoenix. On the way a spectacular cruise through Oak Creek Canyon and lunch in Sedona. We attended a Little League game that evening and visited with Ryan McQueeny whose son Mikey was a mean presence behind the plate. The next day westbound again on the interstate for a long trek to San Diego, arriving in California a month to the day of our departure.
Friday we toured San Diego's downtown and nifty harbor side and found a great dog park in Mission Bay for Dodger. Then up the Pacific Coast Highway to Huntington Beach to spend two nights with an old Flight School roommate. Dodger humiliated us with an "accident" on our host's living room rug (very unusual) probably because he couldn't find any grass.
Off again Easter Sunday morning, we stopped for breakfast at the old historic downtown. The original Spanish missionaries named it El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Riena de Los Angeles. Now-a-days they call it L.A.. We visited the old mission and strolled along Olvera Street and then back on the Pacific Coast Highway up the coast to the pretty town of San Luis Obispo.
Monday, after an oil change and haircuts, it was northeastward across the costal range and Central Valley into the Sierras and Yosemite Park. (Lars Trodson, our editor, has suggested that I attempt to develop one particular event each week in more detail and so Yosemite therefore is a no brainer.)
We arrived at the Park late, about 3.30 p.m. but still had time to see the giant sequoias and redwoods in the Mariposa Grove. The best known of the groves more than 200 giant sequoias is the Grizzly Giant, whose estimated age, around 1,500 years, makes it one of the oldest living sequoias. Before going to our hotel we had a drop dead view of the Yosemite valley from tunnel view.
Yosemite Park was established in 1890 and comprises about 750,000 acres, about the size of Rhode Island. "No temple made with human hands can compare with Yosemite", wrote John Muir, whose crusading led to the creation of the park. About four million visitors come here each year and 90 percent go to the valley: a mile wide, seven mile long canyon cut by a river then widened and deepened by glacial action. Walled by massive domes and soaring pinnacles it covers only about one per cent of the park. There are 800 miles of hiking trails, some easy, some grueling.
Sue and I just stood awestruck. Dodger concurred. We vowed to return some day.