Still pretty jet lagged, overslept and missed the early bus in, it's 12:10pm
Welcome to Bear country!
So today I'm on my way to Yosemite National Park.
"Awesome" - (in an outrageous American accent) That's pretty much what everyone over here says.
Yesterday before I got on the train:
Me: "Can I get a train ticket and a bottle of water please?"
Counter girl: "Awwwwesome"
[Is a train ticket really that awesome? They certainly aren't back home. Or did she mean the fact that I'm dehydrated and wanting to quench my thirst?] anyway I digress...
So I'm on the Amtrak bus tearing along to yosemiteeee or yosamight as some Americans call the place. The bus just passed through a long dark tunnel of rock and It feels like I'm heading straight to the set of Jurassic park.
The highway is narrow being surrounded by golden autumn pines, we've crossed a few steel bridges with rivers flowing underneath, the grandeur of the rock faces, the tall rustic pines and the colours of the vista are all setting the scene for another splendidly top day.
I'm sat here, hiking boots fastened, camera lens polished and something in my pocket. I've got a Yosemite park b*ner and I'm twitching to get on those trails!
The great outdoors.
Man vs wild.
Mountain vs some old hiking boots.
I can smell the pine trees as the doors of the bus open at Yosemite lodge, one stop away from my stop.
Next stop - Yosemite Visitors centre. In true British adventurer fashion I need to dispose of my map, compass and any other object that might help me navigate.
(After all, who needs a map when you've read Bear Gryll's autobiography)