Last day in Yosemite! I made the decision to exit via the south so we could see the other side of the park and delay our departure by a few miles.
But first, one last look before leaving the valley.
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.
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!
I found my room. It looks move-in ready, don't you think?
This guy is known as the Grizzly Giant.
The Bachelor and Three Graces.
One last look before we leave?