California Campin': Out-Takes

In case you forgot the Hershey's, the Graham crackers, and the marshmellows,
the concessionaire stores at Yosemite have you covered....

A crebain out of Dunland enjoys some Doritos, dropped from a tourist's shopping
bag; Yosemite's ravens are absolutely as large and aggressive as Yellowstone's;
only the latter have learned how to unzip backpacks (seriously), however

We met lots of nice people on this trip, especially Europeans visiting Yosemite;
these two boys are part of a family of six from Lille, taking a year off to explore
the New World (in a camper)

Our second night at the Upper Pines campground was graced by a van-load (and
then some) of college-aged movie-makers; at first I figured they were going to
document the first ascent of some rock or other, but, instead, they lengthily video'd
the making of a campfire, the erecting of tents, blowing up of air mattresses,
cooking of hot dogs, and even did an extended interview of the Indian (dot) family
next door...I guess I've already had my fifteen minutes

At Wawona, an interestingly-painted neighbor

When we were boon-docking south of Yosemite, I found my
trusty old .177 caliber semi-automatic Daisy and emptied
quite a few clips in the general direction of this beer can,
occasionally hitting it; and not shooting my eye out

Cruciform stakes in a vineyard on route 41; pre-transubstantiation wine? So we
were stopped here, taking the picture and laughing about it when the state trooper
pulls up and asks whether everything is all right...

Not laughing...we have driven most of the great two-lane scenic coastal 
highways and never seen an accident, despite some pretty precarious 
circumstances; but not this day; hopefully no one was seriously hurt