Yosemite

Yosemite. The valley is impacted with vehicles during mid-day and when we (all) first arrive our eyes are sweeping the sheer walls of the canyon and snapping endless photos of the falls and everything else. After that we settle out in the campgrounds or lodges. (Our first paid campground of the journey…the VV was in slot #144 in the midst of short term dark forest temporary village deep within the valley.) The evening and the morning were when the true believers were out wandering the roads and trails in hushed solitary, couples or small clusters of those who were obviously very contented to be exactly where they were. I’ve never really experienced such a reverent population before. The next mid-day was back to fluster again. The flow within Yosemite is congested and the central areas are blocked up. Again, I’m just glad we weren’t there in peak season.
Ansel Adams I am not but how beautiful these photos are anyway. One is a reflection in Mirror Lake. We had to walk in two miles to see the giant sequoia. We had been to Yosemite 25 years ago when we hiked up Half Dome and had bear adventures in the full moon on hallucinogens. This pilgrimage was like visiting for the first time and I’m really glad we altered our course home to come here.