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I looked out of the window as often as I could whilst on the bus and train journey from L.A. to Yosemite National Park. The landscape changes were extreme and I was leaving the city life behind me to embrace a bit of fresh air. Being on the road as a solo traveller again caused me to grip my pack with more caution than the past couple of weeks. Best to be safe right? There didn't seem to be any dodgy characters in sight, but you can never be too certain. When I finally arrived into the village in the valley, I brushed off my boots and tiptoed into a swish hotel to use their baggage storage facilities. I couldn't help giggling when I saw my duct taped pack sitting next to several polished Louis Vuitton cases. I may not have the look that appeals to everybody, but at least it adds character to everything everywhere!

Extreme opposites in California

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2006-08-12 14:40:01

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I looked out of the window as often as I could whilst on the bus and train journey from L.A. to Yosemite National Park. The landscape changes were extreme and I was leaving the city life behind me to embrace a bit of fresh air. Being on the road as a solo traveller again caused me to grip my pack with more caution than the past couple of weeks. Best to be safe right? There didn't seem to be any dodgy characters in sight, but you can never be too certain. When I finally arrived into the village in the valley, I brushed off my boots and tiptoed into a swish hotel to use their baggage storage facilities. I couldn't help giggling when I saw my duct taped pack sitting next to several polished Louis Vuitton cases. I may not have the look that appeals to everybody, but at least it adds character to everything everywhere!

It had snowed all morning and stormy skies still loomed above so my boots and Harrison Ford hat came in handy. I stomped through slushy puddles as I made my way toward the cliff bases surrounding me. It's hard to believe that just a few hours
A convertible over Golden Gate with a looker from Oz...life is goodback I had been parading down Hollywood Boulevard not quite looking the part. Perhaps it's the Canadian in me that seems to come to life in the outdoors. I felt refreshed by everything I saw, but couldn't manage to see it all on foot so I jumped on a local bus. I was able to see the views that Ansel Adams caught on camera triggering the world to have a love affair with Yosemite's sheer cliffs. Half Dome and El Capitan must be on every local postcard, attracting more tourbuses to pull in and compete for space. I hadn't arrived at the peak season so I was able to pause and take it all in at any time. Ravens flew through the trees and deer meandered underneath them pausing to see what degree of threat my camera really was. The edges of the waterfalls froze like threatening daggers whilst a spray misted ...