Next, what on earth were we going to do here? Skiing? Paragliding? Hiking? Yodeling? All of the above? And if, I did in fact, want to find a nice place to get Lederhosen and an Alphorn and then trek to a scenic location to let out a good jodel, where would be the best place to do that? While these were purely hypothetical, of course, these were still questions I needed to answer. So naturally, we went to Grindelwald’s swimming pool.
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24 Hours in Yosemite National Park /
On a dreary Autumn night, I boarded the train to Chicago’s O’Hare Airport. To be perfectly honest, I hadn’t even planned on going to Yosemite Valley. Instead, I convinced myself I’d be flying off to the Grand Tetons by way of Jackson Hole, or alternatively, to Teddy Roosevelt National Park via Bismarck, North Dakota. As a plan C, we could always go to Memphis and hit up the Rendezvous. And that’s exactly the way I thought, until I ended up in Yosemite on “Free Park Day” two years in a row.
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