We just got back from a long weekend in Yosemite. It was great! We hiked a trail in which we got to see a bunch of giant sequoia trees, hiked a couple of trails in which we got to see a couple of waterfalls, and took some great scenery pictures that we are considering blowing up and using as artwork for our barren walls. The pictures of us didn't turn out so well. My hubby showed me what he claimed was the best picture of us. We were largely obscured by shadows. This was, apparently, the least shadowy of the bunch. My hubby and our friend Juan hiked half-dome while Elena and I toured the gallery, museum, visitor center, Indian village, etc. like un-feminist, unfit wife types. lol. All in all, much fun was had. Also on the plus side: we all remembered to abide by the rules and keep food and food-like substances secure at all times, so there were no run-ins with hungry bears.
As far as future plans go, my parents are talking about possibly coming out for a week or so this summer, but those plans are not firm or fixed. They depend largely upon plane or train fares as well as the ability of everyone to match up our vacation days (which I won't have if I get the job for which I recently applied, since there's a 90 day probationary period).
The hubby and I might also take a couple of day or weekend trips (possibly with the aforementioned Yosemite buddies) in order to go hiking, climbing, camping, caving, rafting, or whatever. Your Palabravampiress used to be quite the adventurer. I've climbed mountains, rappelled off gorges, gone spelunking, climbed rock walls, rafted rivers at flood stage, and brought up the rear on many a hike. Now, the hubby has taken an interest in it, so I'm dusting off my hiking shoes and painfully reintroducing neglected muscles to their former duties. I'm still trying to convince him to let me pull out the old Girl Scout recipe book, though, and make some delish campfire dishes.
