After some driving we landed in Groveland. This is the last town before the Yosemite NP. It’s not a real town. It’s more like a couple of houses, two main hotels and an old saloon. Actually the oldest saloon in California. At least that is what the plate in the door is saying. Built just in the middle of the gold rush that brought thousands of people to California and made California the Golden State. Just 150 years ago. That’s a good reminder of how young this country and especially the history of California is. I lived in flats older than that.
We went there for late lunch in the afternoon and early dinner in the evening. There was a concert that night but thanks to the jet lag we were too tired.
When we went to bed the concert started. There was noise from the concert and noise from the cars passing by and noise from the air condition but I slept like a baby without ear plugs.
When we were here 3 years ago we just drove through Groveland without realizing that it is such a beautiful place. This time we stayed for one night. It’s great to visit a place again and discover new things.
The morning began like the last day ended. Blue skies! My wife smiled when she looked out of the window. At that day we didn’t know that we would hardly see any clouds for 3 weeks at all while back in Austria there was nothing but rain. What a difference to our last vacation where we spent rainy days in British Columbia in September while the weather at home was just perfect. Sometimes you win sometimes you loose.