The road up to the park gates follows the raging Merced. At the Ranger's station, I was
lucky enough to run into this kindly fellow, who strongly cautioned me before, unbelievably,
allowing me to pass.
The road was as slick as oil,
but beastie and I made it through!
I was glad she got to see some of the beautiful granite formations.
The valley in winter...exquisite natural beauty.
At this point on the road, I had to ride with my feet out, so poor was the traction.
After a while, the novelty wore off, so I turned around and headed out of the park...
...in search of some sticky pavement.
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