The road less hassled

There are two ways to drive to Yosemite from here. Well, three, if you count Highway 41, which takes you into the Southern route of the park via Fresno.

But, you know. Fresno.

Now I'm somebody I always like to take the most scenic route and stop and look at stuff along the way, so that meant Highway 120.

Some people, they just want to hurry up and get where they're going, but that's just not my style. I'm one of those people I like to pull into the roadside fruit stands and stop and read the historical markers and stuff.

Normally, my road trip companions are pretty good sports about it, but, boy, you wake Jeffrey up too early, and the whole trip is just like one big attitude adjustment period.

Oh yeah. See, he'd been at a wedding the night before our Yosemite trip, so he fell asleep in the back seat somewhere around Manteca and just woke up cranky.

Big Daddy: Jeffrey you want to get out, stretch your legs?

Jeffrey: Aren't we gonna stretch our legs in Yosemite? Isn't that why we're going there? Isn't that what it's there for?

Big Daddy: But don't you want to see this beautiful view?

Jeffrey: I can see it from here!

I figured it wasn't even worth trying to talk him into the cheese factory tour at Big Oak Flat.

Kurt "big daddy" True
23 september 2006