Monday, Day Seven

The Oakhurst Lodge was motel-like, so our car was right outside the door.  I was getting Nancy a clean pair of underwear when suddenly a car pulls in right side me and a neatly dressed white-haired woman jumped out of her car and hands me a Jehovah's Witness  brochure.  Thinking quick--for a change--I slipped Nancy's underwear into my pocket before she reached me.  Nancy and I had a good laugh.
We left Oakhurst fairly early to little advantage.  We encountered no less than four construction sites on the way back into Yosemite.  Who could blame me if I were to get out of the car and take a picture of a flower or two.