Good Morning, God!
Late yesterday afternoon I said to Kit, “We are having an Adventure.” And we were.
The Adventure started when the signs as we entered Sequoia said we would have to “pay” in 3 miles. We never did see a place to pay. And as the miles ticked by we became less and less certain we were going the right way. The map didn’t help because nothing we came across was on the map.
Finally, Kit turned around so we could go back to the Monticeto Lake Lodge and ask. I was the designated Asker. Yes, yes! We WERE going the right way and it would be maybe 30 more minutes to Wuksachi Villege and our Lodge. And it would have been 30 minutes IF fog had not settled in on us.
So we averaged maybe 25 miles an hour and by the time we got to Wuksachi it was not just foggy but pitch black. We pulled into the Lodge parking lot with relief. Only, we were not staying at the Lodge. The receptionist at the front desk pulled out a map to show us we were across the street, down the road and up past two parking lots to the farthest of three buildings. Not hard if there had been LIGHTS. But, there were No Lights. NONE. I have to confess, God, I longed for a little light pollution.
The receptionist said they could provide a bell man to help us get our bags to the room. Kit said, Oh no. But I was looking at that map and I had seen the long winding trail we were supposed to FIND in the DARK and and then FOLLOW dragging our bags.
So, I said YES, and It was a quick sale. The nice young bell man, Sean, guided us to a parking spot and then drove us and our assorted baggage up to the building via a fire road and delivered us safely to our room — where we STAYED — dining on lunch leftovers. Both of us VERY THANKFUL that mostly, for us, Adventures are rare.