Monday, July 02: Yosemite
Oh, *those* boots…
This morning, we slept in a bit, then enjoyed a complementary continental breakfast. We cleaned off Amy’s glasses, and Amy managed to pop her lens back in and straighten out the nose piece. There were a few scratches, but they survived mostly OK.
I really appreciated a bagel and some cereal rather than yet more eggs and toast, so after we checked out, we stopped at a grocery store and I bought some cereal.
Meanwhile Amy called and asked about her boots. They said that they would check into it and call her back.
About halfway back, Amy’s phone rang, and I heard her talking to someone about her boots. I only heard her half of the conversation, but it sounded like she said that they were not in Yosemite but rather in Merced. At that point I said, “wait-a-minute! *We’re* in Merced”. We just happened to be passing through Merced on the highway. So I got off the highway at the next opportunity, while Amy got the address of the airport (where the helicopter is based). It was only 10 minutes away.
That was really freaky timing. If they had called a half hour later, then we would have had an extra hour of driving to go back and get them.
We got her boots. Apparently they had made it from the ambulance to the helicopter, but not from the helicopter to the hospital as they should have. They could have mailed them out, but I’m not sure that they would have necessarily arrived at the Bug before we left.
It was by now around 2pm, so we stopped in Merced and got some lunch at a Sonic. This is a 50’s era drive in, where you drive into a bay, order remotely, and then a waitress on roller skates (actually inline skates) delivers your food. I think it would have been more convenient to walk inside, order the normal way, and eat it there, but Michael liked the “ambiance” of doing it this way.
Then we drove to the Bug. Parking the car as close to the tent as possible, I still had a major set of steps(about 45) up which to carry all of our luggage (as Amy couldn’t be expected to carry any). Then I had to park the car, and get some ice for the cooler (with Amy’s allergy medicine) and for her bruises. That’s when I found that from the dining hall to our tent was something like 150 steps (shades of Maho Bay...). It was actually more like 140 steps plus a hill.
I left Amy up there resting. Then I came down to the dining hall (since there is no table in the tent) to update this.
I just stared doing the laundry. There is a combination communal shower, bathroom, laundry room. Unfortunately, the driers vent *into* the room instead of outside, so the place is like a sauna. If feels like it is 200% humidity in there. To be fair, the driers were originally vented outside, but the venting broke, and so now they vent inside.