After a death in the family, revisiting the past becomes a comforting pastime. Going through my sister's files, I came across several travel journals my mother had written. This proves I inherited the travel gene.
Below is page one of my mother's visit to Yosemite in 1944 and in February! She was on her way to pick up my father in California who had just gotten out of the Navy.
I hope you will be able to read this. I will post page two next week.
Enjoy!
