We decided to be mountaineers with Marina and Sean and blaze our own trail down to valley below. Time permitting, we might even go swim in this lake further down along the river. After finding where in the hell we were on the map, we found the trail that we should have been on to get to the fore mentioned watering hole, just in time to have to head back up the camp. I guess that’s why the Jews wandered the desert for 40 years. It kind of worked out for best, we had to kick rocks towards Yosemite and Sean had a test back in LA (4 hours southwest).
My thoughts that the countryside that surrounds Yosemite would be just as lush and nice were all quickly realities of the desert once again. By this point in the trip, we were both pretty burnt on the desert; literally and figuratively. So when we spotted the KOA sign just south of our destination, we were more than stoked to stop.
The RV site right beside us was cooking curry and were not picking up on our subtle attempts to be invited over to help them enjoy their dinner. Even though we didn’t get any tandori shrimp, we did get to swim in a pool and all our desert time had made me REALLY appreciate this amenity. Good call KOA.
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