Lightning break from the boatyard, finds me at a bridge on a forest track just outside Yosemite. I have planned this trip for sometime. I want to drive the Old Coulterville Road, a Gold Rush era trail that passes through mines and lots of graveyards. You need a serious 4 wheel drive vehicle to get along it. I have the Tacoma.
How to get there: Okinawa to Tokyo, Tokyo to San Francisco, San Francisco to Coulterville, then 20 miles of back trails until I get to the bridge, which is the start of the Old Coulterville Road.
The bridge is barred. High Fire Risk. Oh.
I am not surprised as the country is very, very dry. A steely look would start a fire.
Not to worry, the hills around Yosemite are crisscrossed by trails and I head up one that turns out to be a winner. I set up camp at the top of the mountain and start the meal.
Not what was planned back in Onna son but still amazing. California is wonderful, a few hours drive from San Francisco, I am treading in bear poop.