Off-road riding

Every camp site in Yosemite was full on Saturday except two up there in the mountains where the temperature at night would have been below freezing. So we got out of the park after riding through the magnificient Tiaoga Pass road (boy, it was windy and as we say in my country "the wind was so strong that it blew away cow's horns") and went down Route 140 looking for a camp site with space still availaible in it. But to no avail. A Park Ranger told us that we might find some space down a gravel road on the Merced Wild River aera but it was full as well. It was fun going down that little wooden bridge and the gravel road but our splendid Sport Tourer bikes are not made for this (Sorry Celia, the Ducati was really dusty but we washed it - and the Triumph - the very same night). We finally found an hotel in Mariposa, had a good dinner at Charle's Inn (hello, Charlie) and then went back up into Yosemite Sunday morning through an other route entering South (we had came from the West on Saturday). On Sunday we rode from Yosemite to Tahoe through beautiful roads going through Gold Country and then the Ebbett's Pass (very tricky and curvy that one). We're now statying with Scott Lindlaw, a former colleague of mine who covered the White House for the Associated Press (I may have forgotten to mention that I am a reporter myself, covering the White House for an other newswire, Agence France-Presse, but I am over with it now and will start an other assignement in October in Washington DC. Scott is a fantastic guy and he is presently taking a sabbatical in Tahoe with her girfriend Vanessa. The two have a very good life, riding their bicycles in the summer, skiing in the winter and enjoying life.... Hmmm, may be I should do the same.