On the previous day we discovered that our hired Chrysler PT Cruiser would vibrate strangely when the brakes were applied, so in the morning I was reluctant to take it up or, perhaps more importantly, down any mountains. However, once we found out how long the bus would be, we decided to bravely head off to Yosemite Valley by car.
When we got there we found it was difficult to find a spot where the scenery was less than stunning in every direction. We walked around the valley where you can see the high, grey walls carved out of the mountains over 250,000 years ago.
Kelly fancied seeing more of the valley, whilst Mart and I decided to take on one of the steeper trails up to a bridge in view of Nevada Fall. As it turned out the trail wasn’t very long, but this meant we had time at the bridge to clamber over boulders and take more photographs.
After we regrouped down in the valley, we hopped an open top tour bus for a two hour guide of the valley floor. The tour was really well done. We got to learn a lot about the place and to see much more of it. After this it was time to brave the Chrysler again. We took route 120, which we thought would be a straight forward route back to San Francisco. I don't quite know what happened, but this turned out to be more than a couple of hours of meandering mountain roads and hairpin bends, which made for quite scary night time driving in a car with questionable brakes. Nevertheless we got back fine, albeit exhausted, and very ready for the rest of the week in San Francisco.