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| covered carriage bridge |
Last weekend I had the opportunity to visit
Yosemite for the second time. It's a shame that it was only my second time there even though I have lived in California most of my life. My first time going there with my family, I got car sick on the way up the hill. This time I was fortunate not to feel motion sickness, so I was able to enjoy more. One of the highlights was seeing
Pioneer History Center. We stopped there because the elders needed to make another bathroom stop. I noticed a covered carriage bridge on the other side of the lot and walked over to check it out.
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| Artist's Cabin |
After crossing the bridge, I entered a pioneer village. The year was 1910. The first cabin I stopped at was the
Artist's Cabin. As an artist, I can see myself living there. Actually I wish I could live there. Perhaps it's something many artists share - the desire to get away from it all, at least for a while.
I peeked into some of the cabins. I have always loved to see how people lived in the past. The furniture were simple and sturdy. People had just a few belongings that were necessities.
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| George Anderson Pioneer Home |
I wanted to spend more time and have a better look at every cabin. I wanted to sit at the bench of the
pioneer home for a while just to imagine living there.
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| Hodgdon homestead cabin |
I wanted to run up those stairs of
Hodgdon cabin but didn't get to do it. I knew that I didn't have much time. All I could do was taking a photo from afar.
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| Wells Fargo Office |
I peeked into the windows of
Wells Fargo office. There were electronic equipments from 1910 sitting inside. You know one day our iPads will be sitting in some museum, and the people in the future will wonder why people in 2011 carried something so bulky with them all over the place.
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| storage for wagons and stagecoaches |
I walked passed by the storage for
wagons and stagecoaches, but there was no time to stop and admire them. I knew by now that my family must be looking for me.
I exited through a different gate and hurriedly went back to the parking lot. I was puzzled that the family van wasn't anywhere to be seen. I wandered around and saw the van coming from the direction of the covered carriage bridge. They drove over there to wait for me. As I settled in my seat, I checked the photos I took on my camera. All I could think of was the story of
Spirited Away.
