H was supposed to be moving officed last weekend, so he couldn't go, though that ended up being pushed back but not in time for us to change our plans.  So I took the train down by myself, which was exceedingly cool. It's much nicer to ride the rails through the Central Valley than to drive. Transfer to a YARTS bus at Merced, which take s couple of hours to get to Curry village but it's comfortable and, again, I don't have to drive the windy roads or over the "temporary" bridges detouring around the rockslide.

( Long description of my weekend... )

Then I had to take H to the airport on Monday - he has explained what he is doing on this business trip multiple times, but it's just a garble of acronyms to me. Pretty soon I get to go pick him up, yay!