Fresno, baby

My old high-school mate Gareth, who made the trip from Georgia for Kayne's wedding, gives us a ride to the airport. It's been great catching up with him after 15 odd years. Cheers, Gareth!

The flight is delayed but otherwise unnoteworthy. What is noteworthy though is the bloody temperature. 

It's not even summer time! We're not staying around for long enough to suffer the 38s, but God damn! 

We're picked up by a real marketing-type dude called Nos from the airport. He gives us his card and insists we call him for advice on where to eat and what to do during our stay. He has clients all over the area, so knows the place really well. He knows his steak restaurants too. We decline his offer for a slightly longer trip to the Ramada Motel for sightseeing purposes, and say our goodbyes to our new force-made friend. 

We're off to Yosemite tomorrow, nice and early, so it's an early night for us now. Like now. Right now. Stop reading this and go to... ssscckknnooore.