Only this time it was a lot of fun. Because everyone was going to Yosemite, we had to pile into the Suburban and the Mini. Katie and Tat had to trade off turns driving with Mom and Pop or the kids.
I am going to have to say, the Suburban was the place to be. Between Elton John sing-longs (it really was the only CD in the truck), the Berg Brother’s Band and the random appearances of a whistling songbird, we were laughing for most of the 5 hour drive. Following the drive, we checked into our hotels and proceeded to have family-wide arm wrestling contests! There isn’t a whole lot to do up in Fish Camp, CA.