Leaving Zion we have a slog of a drive, trying to get as near to Yosemite as possible. On route we plan to stop for a spot of retail therapy, whilst driving round the mall, unsuccessfully trying to find a parking spot without height restrictions we are saved by a lovely “mall cop” on his Segway, who spotted us, stopped traffic for us to turn round and escorted us to his valet parking – now that is what I call customer service! Four new pairs of converse and a few bags of clothes later we are cruising down the Strip in our monster van, spotting the weird and wonderful hotels – no stopping, Bill has no self control and he is not putting the house on black.

It was then a long, long drive, through very little at all up to Mono Lake, just outside Yosemite. As the day drifted away and we passed absolutely no RV parks for hundreds of miles we started to regret our decision not to book at Mono Lake. Our luck was in, we arrived ten minutes before closing and there was one pitch left, and relax….