Always a great smile and customer service here at North Fork USPS…read moreGotta love the rural atmosphere here Never a line (or very rarely 5 minutes) Post office boxes for rent... the usual stuff And they may even know you by name!

USPS, Oakhurst: 2025 Dec 27 (5 of 5)…read more Going to the post office in Oakhurst can be challenging, especially when you're greeted by a mean post office worker. Today was my lucky day. I was met by Sandra. Sandra always presents a friendly face and caring attitude. She greets us with a smile and has always been pleasant. Thank you, Sandra, for making my visit to the post office less painful. Big hugs to you. Note: Sandra approved of my taking her photo and posting it on social media

I am waiting on a package that is NOT too big to deliver (they use that excuse a LOT) and when I…read moretrack it, it says it is being held at the post office per customers request. I DID NOT request it be held at the post office!!!!!!!!! I wanted it DELIVERED! It's not that the post office is too far away to go get it. That isn't the point! If you have a legitimate reason for not delivering it than say so. Don't friggin' LIE! Even if that is all the automated system will let you do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How about you answer your phone?? If you're not going to deliver to my mailbox, you're not going to…read moreattempt a redeliver, and you're not going to even give me all my mail when someone stops by, then pick up your phone so I can figure out what the issue is. I have to take 40 minutes of my work day to drive over there. I am actively losing money and risking my job to get over there because you refuse to do the job you're paid to do.

One of the few post offices where the staff are quick, helpful and kind. I usually hate going to…read morethe Post Office but really enjoy Rose and the team.

Convenient to have a shop at this end of the park, especially as the drive to the valley is about…read more30+min away. Good for souvenirs, snacks, drinks, and gas. At this same turn off you can find the Pioneer History Center, which is worth checking out while you stop here. Pricing is a little higher than your typical grocer, but that makes sense given the location. Service is friendly.

Loved this market! Huge and has most of what you may need including a selection of groceries and…read morelots of souvenirs. I appreciate that the products offered were in between health-conscious and somewhat some junk food options - something for everyone. Also appreciate the quality of the fresh food. Thank you Wawona General!

I've lived in Mammoth for years and really appreciate Yuka, Fernanda and our other postal clerks…read more Always polite and helpful and working hard, even though they're chronically understaffed and dealing with tons of packages and mail for residents, seasonal workers, thru-hikers, and more. Dismayed by some negative reviews, such a bummer that some people just gotta vent.

Love these workers! Hard times understaffed but they work nonstop things get done! Very kind and…read morehelpful, lines go pretty quickly!!

Always very friendly and helpful :) I moved here from the Bay Area recently and compared to the…read morepost office there you're just a number, here they recognize me and treat me like a person.

They used to answer the phone. I have not had problem of…read moreanother person who says they are slow to process and deliver packages. It has sometimes irritated me that the "Informed Delivery" does not inform until five o'clock or after, when the package was delivered around eleven. I like to be able to get packages soon after they are in my box, on account of there being mail thieves about.

I have used the Postal Service P O B at this location for more than 30 years and the woman that is…read morerunning it now has got to be the biggest @#$& I've ever had to deal with. If you hate your job so much quit,go find something else. You are the problem in that office. your arrival has been the downfall of that office. Please find a different job.

Small post office with a big responsibility. Some of the friendliest federal employees I've ever…read moremet. Always accommodating, nice and polite. Even when they are short staffed they go the extra mile to provide great service at a great value. Even on the busiest days you won't wait in line too long unless someone in front of you is getting a passport or opening a box. For such a small town they have an exceptional and consistent workload. Too often being overworked while still managing great professionalism and care. Thank you Bishop PO for your hard work and dedication.

Worst post office of the PCT BY FAR. These guys suck. Showed up a little late & they wouldn't stay…read moreopen even a minute more for a hiker that desperately needed to mail a package. Now the hiker must wait until Monday & waste time here since the package is too expensive for the hiker to afford to put it in a hiker box. Worse -- they charge for tape. I tried to buy a roll of tape & label for hikers only so they wouldn't have to buy tape & they said I couldn't do that.

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.

Gentleman who helped us was knowledgeable and friendly. I also appreciated that he was quiet and…read morespoke in a low volume because it made the historic post office feel even more special like a library. The antique post office boxes are pretty cool. We bought National Park forever stamps here as a gift since the person we were buying for is not one to wear tee shirts or hats. She absolutely loved the stamps because they are photographs and paintings of multiple national parks and the print in the middle is of an old Yosemite stamp! She plans to use most of the stamps for greeting cards that she mails to friends and family and then save one sheet as a commemorative of our trip. We loved the recycle bin for junk mail. What a great idea! Wish we had one of these by the mailboxes where we live as our neighbors tend to fill the community dumpsters and this would help them do the right thing and make it easy and convenient to recycle.

Avoid at all costs. If I could give -zero stars, I would. The woman working here is incredibly rude…read moreand dismissive -- not just once, but consistently. Customer service is clearly not in stock. There's a reason people avoid places like this...

Very knowledgeable staff. Mark was super helpful in helping me package my item and get it sent…read more Highly recommended!