We left on a Wednesday. The drive to the park was uneventful. We checked into our hotel near the southern gate to the park. We then drove into the park to get information that we would need to plan our visit. As we drove in I saw a sign that said "Ride The Logger!" I read the sign out loud and the wife almost squirted Diet Mountain Dew out her nose! HA! Unfortunately we never rode the logger (a train) so I have no pictures, magnet, or a T-Shirt.
Our first day was a preview of the next - HOT! It was easily in the 90s. We spent part of the evening in the hotel pool cooling off.
HOT
After lunch we were going to do a short hike but after reaching the trailhead, the 100°F+ stopped us in our tracks. This irritated the heck out of me and the ugly side of my temper came out. We stopped at Yosemite Falls and I sulked and really didn't enjoy the beautiful falls. Me and heat do not go together and I was really disappointed about not being able to hike. On the way back to the hotel we decided that staying in Yosemite was not going to work. The forecast was for temps in the 100s and no relief.
We weighed our options and decided to look into going to Manzanar. We had talked about visiting this WWII Japanese Internment Camp for awhile. We had been interested in going since they opened the new visitor's center in 2004. At the hotel we asked the counter person about Manzanar. The counter person didn't have a clue about Manzanar (as do most Americans unfortunately). She managed to pull up some information on the Internets and gave us a print out.
The next day we checked out of the hotel and drove back into Yosemite. To get to Manzanar we would drive through the park and leave by the eastern exit. The drive through the park is really awesome. After reaching the eastern exit we turned south. As we drove south it got hotter and hotter. The Honda's AC worked overtime. We stopped in Bishop for a quick lunch. It was 100°F outside and I saw this poor Goth girl in full BLACK goth regalia. She must have been roasting in that getup.
HOTTER
One of the exhibits was a list of names of those who were in the camp. The wife once taught a student whose Grandmother was interned at Manzanar. She doesn't talk about that period of her life. Another exhibit told of a son of one of the interns who joined the army, fought bravely, and died in Europe. His medals were granted after his death and had to be delivered to his mother at Manzanar because she was not allowed out of the camp to receive them. Sad.
We then got back in the car and took a driving tour of the camp. The buildings are gone except for some foundations. One interesting remains are of fountains and rock lined ponds created by the internees - bringing some beauty and civilization to their imprisonment. The most memorable part of the park is the cemetery marked by an obelisk. Many of the graves are small - Children presumably. There is evidence of visitors as most graves are decorated. The cemetery fence is decorated with origami cranes left by visitors. Along with the gymnasium/visitor's center and the cemetery there are a couple of guard shacks and a restored guard tower. Some Manzanar pictures are here.
We spent the night in the town of Lone Pine. Many western movies were filmed near here. This town is also the gateway to Mount Whitney, the tallest mountain in the contiguous 48 states. I know a guy who will be climbing it this August.
HOTTEST
We drove out the west park exit and turned south. The road drives through hills and dry lake beds. We stopped in the town of Trona. Half of the buildings in Trona were boarded up. It was a little weird. I should have taken pictures but I didn't. We stopped at the local gas station but the electricity was out and we couldn't fill up. We got back in the car and continued on our way to Ridgecrest.
Ridgecrest, at the time, was a very important place for me. They were talking about moving my job to the China Lake Naval Weapons Center. China Lake refers to the dry lake bed where the center is located. The wife had joked that she would move there if we had a pool. After visiting she said that a pool was not enough. I agree. Fortunately It turned out that my job wasn't going anywhere and the scary prospect of moving to Ridgecrest no longer haunts us.
Our vacations are usually planned ahead. This one was planned on the fly which resulted in many unexpected discoveries.This turned out to be a great vacation full of American history and Nature's extremes of beauty and desolation. There is something to say for spontaneity.