Two Cent Sparrow

Yosemite Adventure #1

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I've been camping my entire life.

And RJ and I have probably backpacked and camped

more often than we've stayed in nice hotels.

I might even be so bold so say that we're camping experts.

We know what to bring. What to leave at home.

The type of food to pack. Where to poop in the woods.

The best equipment to buy. The clothes to wear.

We are always prepared.

This time we needed less prep than normal.

We had gotten our reservations from a coworker that couldn't use them.

For an area of Yosemite we had never been. (Tuolumne Meadows)

We were staying in canvas tent cabins that had wood burning stoves

and showers down the lane.

I was excited for these luxuries as it was our first camping trip with Landon.

So after a 6 hour drive we were ready to get out of the

illegally stuffed jam-packed car and get this party started.

The scenery was gorgeous.

We had no idea this side of Yosemite existed.

No crowds. Amazing meadows. Wide, smooth rivers.

It was going to be four days in Paradise.

Until we pulled up to spot #238.

And there was nothing there but A PLOT OF DIRT AND A FIRE PIT.

"RJ. You've got the wrong spot, babe."

"No. The number is definitely 238.

"Then were the hell is the canvas cabin with sheeted beds!"

"Ummm, let me double check the reservations. Oh. Looks like

we have tent camping - not tent cabin - reservations." sheepish grin

Had there not been a small alpine store that sold tents and

sleeping pads I might have checked myself into the largest room at the Ahwaahnee Hotel.

But - after the most expensive tent purchase ever - my anger simmered.

And we did have a killer view.