Liv won a cold water competition at Toulamine Falls. It was an easy hike to the falls, but I lost my cool trying to keep my legs in the alpine pool and had to concede. Unfortunately, we had to watch a German boy play in the water in his underpants. Odd child.
By noon we were on the road, driving into King's Canyon National Park and seeing Grant Grove where the tallest tree on Earth grows. King's Canyon was very beautiful, but unfortunately we had to hammer through and my next adventure will have to dedicate a few nights there.
Driving out of the mountains, the temperature continuously rose, and my missing of a pivotal turn resulted in a very slowly and stupidly windy mountain road. The constant switch-backs almost brought Liv to vomit. It's a good thing she didn't.
Returning to the mountains outside of Yosemite, we had the uneasy feeling the forest fires were still burning throughout the park. As we neared the park entrance, we passed a small convoy of CalFire units leaving the park, which was promising. At the gate to Yosemite National Park, the ranger couldn't guarantee us a site, so we recklessly drove the park road to Bridalveil Falls Campground and scored a spot. To our dismay, a fiesta has entrenched itself across the road from our site, but by 11:30 they had fiesta-ed their stereo out.
The site was excellent, except for the midnight grizzly visit to the tent 30 feet away in the neighboring site. I woke up hearing the mother frantically whispering about a bear in the site, followed by the father's urgent comments and their young son starting to cry. I purposefully didn't inform Liv of the developments so she could continue to sleep well, but apparently she was just as aware of the bear as I was. By morning the only sign of the bear was the lack of the family that once occupied the site.
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