Had an outdoor drink cart and one of the wheels fell off. Bux welded it back while I waited. Really…read moregreat to work with and the price was very reasonable. Highly recommend this company if you need any welding!!

We were traveling from South OC towing our Harley to Mariposa when I realized the trailer was…read moreleaning to one side. We found Dennis from Bux Welding and boy were we lucky. He came to our hotel and looked under it and immediately realized our problem. We dropped the trailer off on Wednesday night and he had it fixed and ready early Friday. He did a thorough job and advised us what was still worn(he would've fixed it if he had the parts) so we could get it in tip top shape once we returned home. We can truly say he was a blessing. I can only imagine the disaster if not for him.

Always very helpful. They give me the information I need and my packages always get delivered.read more

Very nice and fast! They are always helpful, never super busy and affordable. They also have really…read morecute gifts to buy!

I love visiting Yosemite. So many beautiful trees and waterfalls. There are also some historical…read morebuildings. One ancient building is the Post Office. Built in 1925 there is a historical feeling. I ventured inside and sent off a card to my pen pal in Germany Karen. It's the most interesting spot I sent a postmark from. Postal worker was very friendly and told me how old the building was. The first Post Office I ever visited was in downtown San Diego. I was amazed you could put envelopes in the slot and it would go to the address on the envelope. The E St Post Office was built in 1937 so it was a youngster compared to Yosemite's.

Goodbye. It seemed like such a permanent, concrete word and for just a moment, it jumped off the…read morelinen stationery and into Daisy Degnan's mind. It rattled and echoed for only a moment before she let it form in her throat and roll off of her tongue. "Goodbye," she whispered. No one there at the Yosemite Post Office heard her say it, but saying it out loud made it real; the act of saying it out loud somehow made it less scary. She closed box number 321, and still clutching the letter, made her way outside. She turned too quickly in her plain, navy blue dress and looked down to watch the flour shake free from the pleats, dissipating into the breeze of Yosemite Valley. She watched as long as she could, until each little particle disappeared, floating upwards to El Capitan, Half Dome, Yosemite Falls -- standing outside the post office she could see them all towering around her. They were old friends. Protectors since birth. Why had she ever left this place? "Miss Daisy Degnan left Yosemite Valley Thursday for an indefinite visit in San Francisco," the newspaper had said. She had memorized it, not because she was particularly fond of the Mariposa Gazette, but because it was all she had ever wanted and it was the fulfillment of that dream; the black-and-white embodiment of her desire to get out of her mother's bakery, and out of the Valley, and go to the city where there were automobiles, dress shops, and even an honest-to-goodness French baker making real baguettes. So, against her mother's wishes she had packed her canvas backpack and taken a ride all the way down the bumping roads to the train station and purchased a ticket to San Francisco. A loud crack suddenly broke her gaze and she looked back towards the post office. It was just the door slamming into its frame; although the post office was still new, the door spring had already malfunctioned and there was no easing it back after it opened. Every time someone went in and out, the door would slam against its frame before slowly sliding back into place. It was 1925 and they could make automobiles that drove all the way from the city to her Valley, but they still couldn't make a door that didn't slam like that? Her mother would be needing her soon in the bakery. She had loathed those peasant loaves as a young woman, and had wanted so badly to try one of the city's proper loaves when she arrived. But when she finally found the Parisian baker and tried his baguette, her heart sank. She found herself longing for the family recipe; Yosemite imparted some kind of magic into each round boule, and she missed it. That was the first time she wondered if she had make a mistake. Before making her way back to her mother's side to help with the next batch of dough, she needed to go see The Old Man. She promised it would be a quick visit, but she also knew that with him, there was no such thing. She followed the road, crossed over the bridge, and headed back down underneath the stones to his shores. "Old man," she said to the river, "he said goodbye. I mean, I didn't want him to. I wanted him to come to me, and for us to live all those dreams we had..." she trailed off. The Old Man quietly took all this information in. This particular stretch of emerald pools was her favorite, because more than riffles, falls, or rapids, the pools of the Merced always listened, but today the muted gurgles urged her to say even more. "Please don't make me say it," she pleaded. She didn't want to say the thing. The true thing; that thing that neither time, nor distance, nor any goodbye letter would ever change. But already she knew she would have to say it. That urge to speak truth was strong; It was the same feeling she had when she finally admitted that leaving the valley had been a mistake. It was the kind of truth that flowed even stronger and swifter than the Old Man and had to be said out loud because keeping it in would eventually shake down the very walls of this valley. She sighed, drew in a breath, and spoke her truth: "I love him. I will always love him. And he didn't choose me." She unfolded the letter and looked one last time at the angle and curve of his initials, and then closed her eyes and released the letter, with its hopes, and dreams, but also with its burdens it to the river. It slowly circled the eddies, and once saturated the cool waters of the Merced carried it out from the grass, over the rocks, and out of her sight. "Goodbye," she whispered, and turned back to the trees of Yosemite Valley where the sun was shining once again. **Author's note: Daisy Degnan is a real person, as cited in the newspaper snippet. Her mother Bridget, ran the bakery in the early 1900s and there's even a cafe called Degnan's Kitchen in Yosemite still today. The rest is fiction, but The Post Office is my favorite place in Yosemite and this is the only way I know how to paint a picture of how I feel every time I go in there.

I visited Oakhurst Computer to discuss my computer needs. I'm a former Dell Computer employee and…read morehave a fairly good knowledge of laptops. I found the owner to be extremely knowledgeable. He had a very high-end laptop that had excellent performance in the hardware and software that I needed. When he told me the price I immediately purchased it. He has high-end machines at very competitive prices. I highly recommend Oakurst Computer.

Dont bother took my computer there because I use it on my big TV and it seemed the video card was…read morecrashing. He insisted it was the SS drive so he replaced it and charged me $300 and it is still doing it. Go some where else because he doesn't know what he is doing

Not A particularly fun place to yelp about but definitely we will all need in the end. Greg Austin…read moreis the office manager and a wealth of knowledge. Makes everyone feel comfortable and goes out of his way to get the answers to some of the questions we had. Along with Greg is Garon Carlucci, who is the sales designer. He had some nice suggestions concerning our headstones. I really appreciate their professionalism. They have a lot of choices for future clients, and I highly suggest them!

My experience with Gateway Memorials was beyond great. From start to finish Greg was friendly,…read moreknowledgeable, responsive and so helpful. Top notch customer service which made the entire process so much easier! Greg even stayed late to finish a minor change. The end result was incredibly beautiful and exactly what I had asked for...and all of it was completed via text and phone. The cost was more than fair and reasonable. I HIGHLY recommend Gateway Memorials!

My significant other were in Mariposa for the butterfly festival earlier this year. We were lucky…read moreenough to find lone wolf Jewlery while browsing the local vendors. All the jewelry was out of this world amazing and the lady running the stand offered for us to come back and design our own engagement rings . We both were over the moon about the idea and cant wait to go back and start designing!! The entire experience was wonderful, very welcoming and personal. I cant wait to see what beautiful designs we come up with. (Fingers crossed he pops the question soon!) See you soon Lone wolf! :)

I was waiting for the Christmas Parade to start and the decided to stop by with my husband. I have…read morefallen in love with the local rock Mariposite and this jewelry store delivered the perfect pieces for my jewelry "collection". There are so many beautiful and quality pieces. You are going to find something that is for you. It is worth stopping by if you are in town.

They worked on my weed whacker and got it done within a week. Great communication overall and a…read morereasonable price. Will return here! Thanks!

Quick turn around service for chainsaw chain STIHL service…read moreprovider and sales Helpful gentleman and knowledgeable Right off highway 49 and parking in the back

Amazing customer service, welcoming environment! I brought to king size comforters which could…read moretypically take a week to be cleaned however my comforters were perfectly cleaned and ready for pickup in 24 hours greatly exceeding my expectations!

Fast service, alterations, able to get the worst spots out. Friendly knowledgeable staff. They…read moreare cleaners I always recommend.