Our experiences on the trip confirmed once again it is a small world.  At our hotel in Yosemite I was sitting by the fire pit.  Another couple walked up.  I remarked how nice the fire was. They picked up on the southern accent and asked where I was from.  It turned out they were from Franklin TN and had flown out of Nashville a day ahead of us.  The Yosemite ranger who collected our entrance fee was a graduate of MTSU in Murfreesboro.

We sat down at our table in Stinson Beach ready to tear into some seafood.  As I was about to order the waiter delivered some great looking oysters to the couple seated right next two us. Obviously I wasn’t whispering when I asked the waiter what the lady was having.  She promptly replied that they were wonderful and that they drove up there quite often from San Francisco just for the oysters.  Next thing you know dinner was done with the extra bonus of a long and enjoyable conversation with them.  So don’t be bashful – you never know who you might meet!

Michael & Dannielle from San Francisco

The Californians made me a bit guilty about the diets of many of us back home.  We noticed almost no fast food places in the urban areas.  It wasn’t until we got to the rural areas that we started seeing the familiar assortment of Taco Bells and KFC’s.

Finally when I saw this service station I had to get a picture.  Not sure how it ended up with this name.