Heather R.
Yelp
The rangers here are polarized in that on one end are the knowledgeable, friendly, helpful variety, and on the other are the rude, vituperative, incompetent type. When I arrived on Friday afternoon, it was snowy and rainy in the valley. I asked a ranger at the Wawona station what the weather would be like the following day. He said, "I don't know, and I'm not going to know until tomorrow." Ah, what exactly *does* your ranger job entail if not to give information to park visitors?
The following day, I land at the Yosemite Lodge where I am met with extreme incompetence. After signing up for the Yosemite Valley Floor tour, I then asked about the horseback riding tours the following day. "There's only one on Sunday at 8:30 a.m.," the ranger (short man with a brown mustache and beard) quipped. The next day, I found myself at the Lodge again, and overhead the same ranger telling another guest, "We have them at 8:30, 10:30, 12, 2 and 3 every day." When I approached the desk, I asked about the discrepancy. "Well, I don't know why told you that, but that is incorrect," he retorted. I wanted to reply, "You, in all your glorious incompetence," but I restrained myself.
The icing on the cake was when I finished my 3-day park visit at the Visitor's Center at Yosemite Village today, and was set to buy stamps. "How many can you spare?" I asked the young, blond, female ranger at the cashier desk. "As many as you need," she replied. "Then I'll take 20," I said. As she prepares the stamps, an older, blond ranger, well past her prime, and apparently quite bitter in her older state, said, "That's too many. It's limited to 10." "But she [indicating the younger ranger] just told me that I could have as many as I wanted," I said. "It's limited to 10," she said louder, and more forcefully, like I was deaf. "Then I'll take 10," I said, and handed over my credit card. "Cash only," the older ranger said. "Why?" I asked. "Cash only," she said again, practically yelling this time. Incredulous at being spoken to in such a churlish manner, I backed away from the cashier stand and left.
Wow. Is all I can say. Perhaps there should be some "courtesy" training for the newly-minted rangers in this park. At least then, they could perhaps avoid becoming the difficult curmudgeon I encountered during my last day, and last visit, to this park.