One of the first car trips that Cheri and I made to the Eastern Sierra after we were married included a stop at the Devil’s Postpile.
I had spent numerous motorcycle trips exploring the Eastern Sierra. Since this was one of our first car trips, we had opportunity to talk as we traveled along highway 395. Along the way Cheri asked me several times if I had ever been to X where X was a place that I had been to on motorcycle trips. Each time I answered “Yes”, and continued to drive along 395. I finally got it; if I had translated it to, “Let’s go see” X, we would have started to explore the Eastern Sierra sooner.