Rested as much as we were going to be and full of a greasy home-cookin’ breakfast at the Grizzly Bear Café (where they don’t serve strangers, only friends they haven’t met yet and where they refer to us as “kids”), we head toward Yosemite National Park for another fun filled day with our annual pass. Thanks Mom. The park was definitely the most crowded yet, but beautiful nonetheless. After driving past waterfall after waterfall, we debate about renting bikes but instead decide on rafting down the river. We kick back in the sun, keeping our water bottles freezing cold dragging behind in the water. In the parking lot, we struck up a conversation with a couple who we find out lived on Cottonwood Trail in Sarasota, in the same neighborhood where I grew up and where my parents still live. Then we put some flowers in our hair and drove to San Francisco.
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