As history was being written with POTUS and Charlottesville, it seemed an easy choice to go camping with some stinky boys. Farting and eating boogers were definitely on the agenda. 😏 For some reason, I have always gotten Yosemite and Yellowstone mixed up. El Capitan and Old Faithful were interchangeable, but both were on my bucket list.
The granite monoliths, lakes, whitewater rapids, giant sequoias, waterfalls, wildlife, crystal clear waters, clear skies filled with thousands of stars and artistic cloud formations, rainbows, and nature trails were absolutely AMAZEBALLS.
To top it off, this girl got the pleasure of playful travel companions. In a world of hatred and fear with a divided country, seeing the world through the eyes of children is pure simplicity. Over the years, my time with my nephews have mostly been limited to holidays. I have had the most exposure to the oldest when I was working in the energy industry, which resulted in a number of business trips home while my parents were babysitting him. Coincidental or full circle, he became my hiking companion the entire time, entertaining me with his childhood stories.
The youngest has always been an trendsetter. It is a bit of a shame as he gets older that the teasing of his brothers, primarily the middle one, a spitfire with boundless energy, has him refraining from embracing his true spirit. Hopefully, he grows out of caring what others think. For a five year old, I am convinced he is some sort of savant. His ability to apply logic and observe minutia in his surroundings were comical and oftentimes left me speechless.
In the end, he was our protector. His parents had noted that he was weening off of bed wetting; however, for some reason, he started again while on vacation. Of course, I teased him and told him that bears would be attracted to urine so he'd be the sacrificial lamb for us overnight. The next morning when being asked if he wetted his diaper, he initially said that he was not sure, but within seconds noted that he could not have since no bears came. Not once did he wet himself while we were in Yosemite. Of course, as soon as we got back to San Francisco, all bets were off. When I asked him why he stank up my place, he smirked and simply replied that there are no bears in San Francisco. It could have also been his boogers that taste like lemons, so he claims, that warded off the bears.
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