In the spirit of riding season, “making it happen,” and “for old times sake,” I loaded up the van with a Suzuki DR650S, a Honda XR650L, a cooler full of snacks and drinks, and an old man I refer to as “Dad,” and headed north out of Orange County with no particular place to be. Knowing we wanted to go somewhere new and exciting, we just kept driving, discussing riding areas off freeways and highways we could connect to. One monumental milestone that I admittingly had never been to, let alone ride a motorcycle at, was Yosemite. With no debate, we both agreed it would be the place for our riding getaway. Now with a destination in mind, we charged full steam ahead for the town of Oakhurst, California, where we opted out for a comfy bed and warm hotel room for the night. Just a short ride away from the South Entrance of Yosemite, we traveled a fun, paved, twisty road to enter the park.