Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Unfortunately, I’m no longer Irish. No, I didn’t give it up for lent (I’m also not Catholic), but I did spend most of my life thinking I was Irish until that got taken away from me last year (I’m looking at you, Mom and Dad!). My parents decided around Christmas time to research our family tree and as a result, we found out we were French (more recently, French Canadian! Ladies, I’m one of you!) on one side and English on the other (shocker) . Um, so, not at all Irish. Oops! At least I got away with claiming it having been a fair skinned and red-cheeked my whole life and having a sister with red hair. But I am kind of sad that this year I can’t claim that I’m Irish. At least I can still drink a Guinness. You can’t take that away from me!
I thought I would share with you some of the pictures from our trip to Yosemite. I was going to make a little movie for you to watch but the motivation I had for that earlier went somewhere and I can’t find it any more. Let me know if you find it out there somewhere.
So let the photos begin!
The central valley of California is made up of mostly fruit and nut trees. Right now they’re almost all in bloom and it’s gorgeous. We were in a moving car, so this is the best shot I got of them. But they’re beautiful.
Tim drove so I had ample time to take pictures of myself. Good times.
Once we got into the park, we headed straight to the slopes so Tim could snowboard. But on the way we stopped to see this. It’s so ugly. I couldn’t understand why everyone was stopping to look. Blech.
Then we drove up to see the snow. Yay snow! I was so excited to see it (I know so many of you are rolling your eyes at me right now…but I’ve had my fair share of snow in my life having grown up in Maine. And now that I don’t live where it snows, all I want is snow. THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER. Unless it’s covered with snow.) Tim was the lucky one who got to go snowboarding (you can’t leave your dog unattended inside the park)…but I had a lovely time walking around and sitting on the side of the slopes repeatedly giving people permission to pet my dog.
This guy right here might have been the only one happier to see snow. Only he doesn’t look it right here. But that’s because he’s not in the snow and some jerk put him in the car.
This was what the jerk was looking at.
On the way back down the mountain, we happen to catch this. Another terrible eye sore.
We got to our hotel and this was the view from our balcony (also, this is the anxiety-inducing river I mentioned yesterday).
In the morning it was still there and hadn’t consumed our hotel. This is apparently my happy face (and bed-hair).
Then we explored the park some and stopped to see this.
Can you believe how dreadful Yosemite is? I would never recommend going.
See how unhappy we were?
Fortunately, when it was time to go home the next day, the sun had gone away so it made it a little easier to tear ourselves away from our balcony.
I really didn’t want to leave. I have such a hard time coming back to reality. I wonder if there will ever be a point where my reality is so blissful, I don’t ever want to escape it. I truly hope so.
If you can swing it, you should check out Yosemite. You know, if beautiful nature is your thing.
Now go kiss someone Irish. Or French Canadian…either one.