©2014 Ted H. Schaar
9. Heading to Yosemite
Highway 41, Coarsegold, California; about 65 miles to go.
One-lane bridge. Lights control traffic on both sides of the river.
Nearing Yosemite, approximately 410 miles from Solana Beach.
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Sunday
evening
It was dark when we arrived at Yosemite. We checked into Lodge by the Falls, deposited our suitcases, and went to a park restaurant for dinner. When we returned to our second-floor room, the phone was ringing. A woman with an Indian accent explained that our tour of Yosemite would start the next morning in the lobby at 9:00. It was part of our package. She said we should look for Glenn. |
First view of Yosemite Falls, 5:30 a.m. Monday, May 4.
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Glenn?
Got to the lobby on-time but didn't see Glenn, and no one at the desk knew who he was. Tex
Pondered this while looking at the lofty
falls, and my cell phone rang.
Brother Bob was calling with the sad news that longtime friend Stan--whom everyone called Tex--had died in Chicago. Cancer. The planet lost one good and enlightened Earthling. He was a hard worker, progressive thinker, and talented accordion player. |
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