The Souvenir Smashed Penny Collector

To be a souvenir smashed-penny collector; I can'tHalf Dome, for the Seven Sisters, but a
think of a hobby too much finer than that. Thispenny-smasher makes his own map. "Excuse me,
collector has an elusive goal; find every lastpark ranger, I am looking for the penny-smashing
souvenir smashed penny that exists in themachine, can you direct me to it? I have driven
country, in North America, in the world.here from San Francisco to get my treasure."
There is something special about aThat is not exactly the kind of information one
smashed-penny collector. He is always on thevolunteers.
hunt. He drives down I-5 in California's CentralSo the afternoon proceeds. Into every gift shop,
Valley. He is headed to Los Angeles but sees aevery restaurant, over the shoulder looking at
sign diverting to Yosemite. The idea hits, "I bettowering rocks and waterfalls; however, in
there is a penny-smashing machine in the park.Yosemite's treasure, there is only one treasure,
Wow! Yosemite, what a great one to add." All ofthe smashed penny.
a sudden a mundane trip takes him on a quest.Ah, ha. At 4:45, in a candy stand, there is the
He is now on highway 120, and no longer pushingelusive machine, where it has sat on duty for
lead for Los Angeles. He is on a quest for histhirty plus years. Two quarters into the slot and a
treasure- a Yosemite smashed penny. Life has itspenny into the tray, and smash! The image of a
treasures.bear and "Yosemite National Park," written on a
He enters the park. Yosemite is a vastone cent coin. Seek your treasures.
wonderland. There are signs for El Capitan, for