This morning we packed up then got on a bus. The deadline we set to meet my mom at the coast, October 25, didn't allow us to spend yesterday in Yosemite and bike the whole way, and the bus to Merced was inexpensive and convenient. We may not remember the scenery of the road we didn't bike, but it was totally worth it to stay and rest and climb.
After leaving the glory of the Valley, the bus was unexciting and uninspiring, and we got off in Merced around 1 pm feeling as if we had teleported. The mountains had faded away, and the October air was warm; palm trees waved in the wind.