Saturday, October 16, 2010

Day 8 - Yosemite National Park

We left San Fran early in the morning over the Golden Gate Bridge, with an empty fuel tank and an even emptier stomach. The nearest petrol station just happened to be in a little town called Sausalito. We filled the fuel tank and after a short drive we found Fred’s. Fred's claim to fame is he apparently serves “the best breakfast in Sausalito since 1966”. After attempting to eat the 10 egg omelette, five potato hash brown and the soup bowl sized cafĂ© latte (another typical meal from this country of all things big), we made our way to Yosemite National Park.
We arrived at Yosemite and headed for the base of Vernal Falls hike. Jon looked the part kitted out with hikers stubble and  Merrell walking shoes. Malena and Keanan dressed in 'trailer-park' tracky dacks and smooth soled urban shoes looked like they knew as much about hiking as a pasty white British tourist knows about sun-baking on a 42 degree day. It was an hours worth of blood, sweet and tears for our office worker weakened bodies but we finally reached Vernal Falls. Malena definitely looked in the best shape at the top of the falls, a credit to her ABT class obsession. However in saying this, equal credit should be given to Jon and Keanan. To complete such a gruelling climb when in possession of such full figured mid-sections is a testament to their incredible will power. 


 Words can’t describe the beauty of Yosemite. Standing at the top of the waterfalls looking down into the forests and rugged mountains stretched out for miles in front of us was so spectacular it was hard to accept it was real! We’ve already decided to come back to America to spend more time in places like this. One night is just not enough!

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