Nevada is Mountainous
So the next morning we woke early.
Actually, very early. We set the iphone alarm to wake us at 8:30, but, as we were in one of the most desolate places in America, cell phone coverage was non-existent, and the time didn’t change automatically. So we piled into the car at 7:30, ate breakfast in Baker, NV (where they had a great beer list?!), and headed towards Ely: the last real town before Yosemite.
In Ely, we got gas. That’s about all there is there, besides a few laces to camp and a restaurant or two.
In the restaurant that morning, we learned that Nevada has 83 mountain ranges, which was surprising to us, as we (at least I) thought it was all desert. But no, We must have gone through at least 15 of those 83 mountain ranges, and they were all not small mountains. Several Hundreds miles of empty, quiet backroad later, we arrived in California.
California looked surprisingly like Nevada until we got to Yosemite, which would have been quite beautiful were it not for the other people driving through. They were horrible, but eventually we persevered and had dinner in Yosemite Village at the Mountain View Restaurant where, along with some decent fish, Neil had a great apple pie. The best, so far, of the trip.
After dinner, we high-tailed it out of Yosemite and arrived in San Francisco.