This morning Brian spent time doing his latest favorite persuit: shredding papers. (Never is there a man as content and industriously blissful as my Brian with a shiny new gadget.)
He was merrily bzzzzz-ing his way through check stubs from 1998 when he came upon a fat little envelope which contained something fun — a bundle of receipts and a handwritten budget for our honeymoon.
That was back in December of 1999. We went to Yosemite National Park. Trip expenses included:
- Gas purchased in Salt Lake City for $1.32 a gallon
- Rental of a cabin in Curry Village for three nights: $194.68
- The purchase of a dessert called “Obsession” at the Wawona Hotel: $4.25
Yeah, it hasn’t been quite long enough for those prices to seem quaint (except for the gas, maybe). We made our cabin reservations via the Internet, which was considered very cutting-edge and techie then, or at least to our parents. It’s been eight years, but I can still recite the Curry Village Anthem:
Wild strawberry freezes
And fresh mountain breezes
Make Curry the Camp of Delight.