Yosemite- Day 4

When we reached Wawona and the Pioneer Yosemite History Center.

Just think, this used to be the fancy way to get to the park.

My heart stopped at “stagecoach rides.” And at covered bridges and historic structures. Then I just pretended I was Laura Ingalls Wilder.

From inside the old artists’ cabin, where we met one of the artists-in-residence.

Little house in … Yosemite?

The smithy.

Buying tickets for a coach ride at the original stagecoach office. Those windows! The ticket lady! My heart.

The stagecoach ride was bumpy. And dusty!

Our driver- a single, employed man looking for a wife who can cook, sew and has all her teeth. He drinks a little, but he’s a catch!

Making friends.

In jail.

We hopped on the shuttle to see the redwoods in Mariposa Grove, which I’m a little concerned about. How many more fire scars can these babies withstand?

This guy is known as the Grizzly Giant.

The Bachelor and Three Graces.

One last look before we leave?