Funny story on Yosemite. When I was 4 we lived in the Atwater/Merced area when my dad was in the Air Force, anyways we went to Yosemite on vacation and I, brainchild myself, decided to walk backwards down a hill. Well I didn't see the campfire behind, tripped on the ring of stones surrounding the fire pit, and when I went to brace my fall, my hand went right into the hot fire and coals.
That was the end of my Tosemite experience. The burns were so bad I almost lost my prints on my hand.