What with Husband deciding to take his own bear box up to Tuolemne Meadows and all.
But seriously—he has a point. The ones the campgrounds have never have enough room. And who wants to put anything smelling remotely of civilization in your car when bears up there know what the good stuff looks like and are perfectly willing to rip out a window to get at it.
But still . . .
Anywhoo, we're be occupying a group site in Tuolemne Meadows (cleverly avoiding the knife fight required to land nonreservation sites) and trying to convince curious rangers that we really do have thirteen people. Shouldn't be too hard—when are our kids ever in one place long enough count?