I hate to say it and I don’t mean to sound sentimental , but the RV has brought me closer to my undying, completely biased and utterly cloying love for our state. The beauty of California is breathtaking. I also have to tip my hat to the National Park System (http://www.nps.gov/index.htm) and the California State Park System (http://www.parks.ca.gov/) as one of the greatest investments our nation and state have made and I applaud the fine political minds that still deem these parks a suitable investment. I look forward to hearing about the joy the next generation feels at seeing Half Dome for the first time or swimming in Tenaya Lake as you can see from the following video it’s been nothing less than amazing.
So, Big G has been obsessed, nay overtaken by a love of sheep. His brother and pal P attribute this “sheep amour” to his favorite, mind-numbing video game “Minecraft”(which makes me like the whole thing a lot less)…. While I could go on about my dislike of video games, I will spare you, Dear Reader, as you are not reading to learn about my soapbox moment. Regardless,
Big G has created an imaginary world in which TimTim a magical sheep who likes “thumpin’ music” and can save the universe through different machinations of wool and ingenuity has adventures big and small. The stories are daily and anticipated (notice the word eagerly has been cleverly omitted here). So, when today on the way to Bodie Ghost Townhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodie,_California we ran into a flock of sheep, you can understand how and why the following was created.
I understand that the following cinematic reference may be before or after your generation, but Chevy Chase (early years and before finding out what a sexist he was) as Clark W. Griswold was some of the most brilliant comic screen time I can remember (although Cousin Rick would vote for Chevy’s role in Fletch which was granted funnier but less nuanced than his role in Vacation) just for reference’s sake, I offer you the following trailer.
Now that we are clear about who Clark W Griswold is you may come to understand the Yosemite Pines RV Resort as a full service destination for the contemporary Clark W Griswold. There was a modern day “hay ride” picture a John Deere pulling a flat bed and folks jumping on or off from the convenience of their RV, there was a petting zoo with a couple goats, and there was we were told “a very well attended marshmallow roast” every evening. The showers were clean but serviced many folks so keep those shower shoes on your feet! The owners were incredibly nice and we had no close neighbors (they can really pack ‘em in). We came to understand that there were long term vacation owners in this park and a history of repeat customers which must mean they’re doing something right. Our night YPRVR was quiet, clean, and quick! Here’s a some video for greater detail.
Oh Dear Reader,
please give me but a second of time for a background story. Last Summer, while on yet another road trip with the famous (now infamous?) BB, we were driving though a lush Oregonian coastal forest when BB said
“I like trees, big, green trees” that was it.
That statement punctuated a thirty minute, well-deserved round of silence (perhaps after yelling at some semblance of three kids- this time two of hers and one of mine- for an end to bickering and a bit of peace). The car was silent after the comment and I was left to my thoughts considering was BB being profound or something other than profound. After another 15 minutes of silence, the kids and I began to discuss the import of BB’s statement and within a few minutes we were all rolling with laughter deciding the comment was far north of profound.
Cut to the present day. Sequoia has the General Sherman Tree the largest and second tallest tree in the world and it’s 2200 years old. We had to see it and to be honest it is incredibly impressive. BB seemed to have a transcendent moment and commented on the hike up.
“I like trees. They provide shade”
Profound or not? You, Dear Reader, can decide.
So, we are camping in one of the most beautiful sites in the National Park System, Lodgepole. Really, Space 154, is not to be believed with the running river and the tall pines, we had it all. Of course, after breakfast we had to hike to a gorgeous waterfall 2.0 miles away from where “Ole Rey” (our RV’s name, Thank You Maddy B) was resting.
The hike travelled along a gorgeous river that had huge slides, big pools and beautiful rapids. The hike was a continuous yet gentle uphill and the weather couldn’t have cooperated more. The younger boys ran up front, jumping off of fallen trees and climbing rocks along the way. My Big G is well-versed in convincing himself that he “can’t” do something or “isn’t” strong enough. All of which is categorically untrue as Big G is the innovative thinker who may not be the athletic powerhouse of some boys is the sensitive and imaginative thinker that will change the world; however, he still has to hike…
There were pains in his arches, hunger pangs that threatened to maim, and a loss of motor coordination induced by star alignment that threatened the hike at different stages. All the while, we plugged along (truthfully Dear Reader, I am not the best with whining and complaining in fact I have a great deal of patience to learn in this arena)… The long and short of it, Big G and I made it intact and happy (in the end) that we had both made it. We sat together with his little brother watching the power and beauty of nature and couldn’t have been more in awe. Big G ran back down the hill with his younger brother and pal without a thought of the energy expended. As a parent, I realized that sometimes pushing, okay let’s face it, requiring a child strongly to get out of their way is a lesson in perseverance and patience that I continue to need.