Our last morning in san Francisco, we went to the farmer's market for breakfast. Justin and Becca bought some apples; Luke, Uncle Kurt, and I ate some fresh pastries; and we all sampled interesting cheese. After breakfast we regretfully said goodbye to San Francisco and to Luke's fittingly cool Uncle. We crossed the RAD double decker bay bridge on our way to Yosemite. We arrived at the park in time to walk one of its Sequoia groves and see its many amazing mountains in the late afternoon sun. My favorite peak was Half-dome whatever. I had wanted to purchase a baby Sequoia tree to keep my baby Redwood company, but couldn't find one. The beauty of the park comforted me. Our campsite left something to be desired (at least for me), mainly in the bathroom which lacked soap, paper towels, and lighting. The campsite was much more crowded than any we've yet stayed at, probably due to its proximity to major metropolitan areas and its being a sunday. There was noticably more trash around the campsite and alot of noise. We couldn't buy firewood as the convenience store that sold it closed before we got there, so we brushed our teeth in the dark and went to bed early. Around one in the morning we awoke to the commanding voice of a park ranger questioning the teenage campers in the campsite adjoining ours. From his questions we devined that their friend (there were three of them total), had been picked up for drunk driving on a dirt road where he was not supposed to be. The ranger had come to for one of the other teenagers to come pick up the drunk boy's car (they coudln't bail out their friend before he sobered up). He breathalized them both when the smell of alcohol emmenating from their person's failed to correlate to the their reports of only having one or two beers. One of them did pass the breathalizer, and the ranger took her to pick up her friend's car. We heard her come back again a while later. In all, none of us slept well, but the park's beauty really did make up for it.