Remember this conversation? Yeah, well, we roll into Bishop, California around 10 PM. It’s a small town of 15,000 but we are noticing tons of trucks and lots of no vacancy signs.
What the heck? It’s Mule Days. Some annual rite of passage that swells Bishop to the size of 25,000. That’s pretty ridiculous…especially if you don’t have reservations….which we didn’t.
So we stroll up to the Holiday Inn Express whose no vacancy sign is off. And for a mere $135…we get a room. She discounted it for us from $255. I was so stunned that even my quit sarcastic humor couldn’t kick in.
However, our view in the morning was worth it….I think….
This bakery is the best in the world…homemade bread smells pours into the street and you can smell it for blocks.
Next up – Yosemite National Park. We get to the entrance – slight problem. Highway 120 that will take us through the park and on to San Jose is closed due to snow. It’s 54 where we are and we’re wearing shorts…no worries, up to highway 108. Here are some of the pics.
Coming down the pass, Rowland smokes out his brakes. Literally…you know, those other gears are there for a reason. But we massage our way down the pass and see this – our next purchase.
And as we roll into San Jose – we see more of these….I think of Wayne for a split second then realize he’s behind a desk. Back to my happy life.
We make a pit stop into Arlen Ness’ shop. A custom motorcyle shop, he makes the Victory. What a cool place.
Tomorrow – Pac Bell stadium, Golden Gate Bridge, San Fran, perhaps Alcatraz…..