I want to live in a shed in my own back yard. I want to keep a sleeping bag in my car. I want to kidnap Buckley and go on a road trip.
As a culmination of these feelings we goofed off this weekend to Yosemite – for the first time, so only now can I call myself Californian. We took photos, got stuck in the snow, talked with the natives and read a lot and had a perfectly wonderful two days.
You will notice I didn’t mention the food. Best to draw a veil over it except for a fantastic last breakfast in Mariposa, at the Happy. Otherwise I can understand why mountain men just lived on beans.