Yosemite Trip.

Every Labor Day weekend, the Powell family gets together for a nice fishing trip.  This year, Jake talked them into coming to Yosemite.  Not sure why.  Kassie and Roger came into town and we all left for Yosemite Friday.  After staying the night in the beautiful (read-not prostitute infested) Fresno, we headed up the mountain.  We got there sometime after noon on Saturday.  Our campsite was actually just outside Yosemite, at Dimond-O campground which was just down the road from the Strawberry Festival (not an actual strawberry festival.  It's a bluegrass festival).  Dane and his family also drove up from SD to join in on the fun.  Both Grandpa Jack and Uncle Mike came from Utah.  For a fishing trip, there was very little fishing done.  Most of the time was spent stuck in traffic.  Yosemite was CRAZY busy.   I mean CRAZY.  The babies loved the campsite and all the free space to run around in.  We did manage a few short hikes and some fishing.  Although, next year we will steer clear of Yosemite on holiday weekends.  YIKES! 

The whole Powell clan that came.  Except Rachel.  She was taking the pic.

Hazel showing where her nose is.

Jake came across a very large Buck.

All of us at Glacier Point.

Me, Grandpa Jack and Kassie.

And for randoms, Hazel in cute chinese jammies.