I was so excited there was water on our vacation at Yosemite this year, because for many years our butts have scraped gravel while we tried to raft.
I pushed the stroller and carried Vivien up to Bridalveil Fall so she could take in the wonder of the huge, beautiful, glorious falls. See how excited she is? Yeah, that was worth the effort.
When I called my sister Cecily on Sunday and she said, “I am so tired.”
“Thank God,” I said, “I thought it was just me.” I came back from my whirlwind, blended-family vacation in Yosemite and Mammoth on Friday the 4th, yet still felt pooped and hit the ground running with work Monday. Also, a National Park vacation means days of laundry upon return. I also had my assisted-living-bound dad over which takes some energy… and clean up.
What’s the vacation people come back refreshed from?
But it all went great. There were 11 of us: sisters, step-children and more. Hiking, biking… and we weren’t camping, we stayed in cottages. I CAN’T camp anymore, I’m too old. (God, then I’d really be tired.)
More favorable than the waterfall, later that day I asked Vivien, “How do you like your hot dog?” Here’s her response.