Mom had planned this for months. She knew she wanted to use her timeshare somewhere for a week in January. Someplace new, but not too far. Someplace in nature.
Well, not Yosemite exactly. Our timeshare put us in Bass Lake, 16 miles from Yosemite’s south gate entrance.
We lost a day, my fault. I caught a super cold the Friday before vacation: sore throat, coughing, congestion, and headaches. My parents decided we should depart on Monday instead of Sunday as planned. I was gutted but thankful.
They picked me up early Monday morning, Dad’s SUV packed to the gills. In addition to their suitcases was Dad’s fishing gear, snow chains, crates of food, and a cooler. I might have brought too much: a suitcase, small hiking backpack, purse for those non-nature days, and a pillow.
The drive was lovely. We hit rain in Central California, but we got there in under six hours. We grabbed lunch in Oakhurst, the town just before Bass Lake before checking in.
The timeshare’s townhomes had trail access to the lake but the water’s levels were very low, especially where we were. Staff was very accommodating, helping us familiarize ourselves with the area and suggested restaurants and fishing sites for Dad.
After unloading, I was itching to see the trails. Mom and Dad stayed close to the trailhead while I explored a little further. I saw Canadian geese and a nice area for picnicking. I turned back so that they wouldn’t have to wait for me so long in the cold.
Dad made a large pot of pork and chicken adobo which was a godsend for our first cold night. Mom made some steam rice to go with. A lovely dinner for our new home for the week.