@sueinmn The most touching story from that trip was something I still tear up at. We got up early one morning to go see a Redwood grove, and take the first tour. It was end of May, and ranger wasn't sure the snow had cleared enough to take the big open transport. As she came out to raise the American flag, a tour bus pulled up. We had driven in the rental van. My dad stopped his conversation, stood facing the flag, put his hat over his heart and sang the national anthem. I joined in with him. We saluted the flag as it reached full raise. We were the only ones acknowledging the flag that morning. The tour bus had tourists from another country. The memory is seared in my heart. My dad was a WWII Pearl Harbor survivor, and proudly posted the flag each day at his apartment.

You can't downsize that memory.
Ginger