Visiting Yosemite has long been on my California to do list, and this weekend I finally got to check it off, although it certainly won't be my last visit. The park is more magnificent than I imagined, the scale of the mountains and the tall, tall trees was just incredible; it's the kind of landscape that makes you feel dwarfed but exhilarated at the same. Pictures are below, but I'm sort of glad that they can't completely capture how it felt to be there - there's something great about our prosthetic lenses being limited, I feel like it sort of guarantees that TV the Internet will never trump real life. However, they're enough to tell a story, so here we go:
Having only gotten back a couple of hours ago I'm exhausted, but so happy. Candles are lit, I just remembered this song exists and laundry is done. Goodnight 'Merica, I really like 2013 with you so far.
|Taken from the middle of Mirror Lake, standing on a rock while negotiating whether or not I was going to be able to make it across. Lucky that Mexican family threw my shoes over the river after I forgot them on the wrong side.|
|Obligatory undershot from beneath the trees, walking back from the lake.|
|Yosemite falls! Highest measured waterfall in North America, amazingly falling on snow. The weather turned on us, but it was still a totally worthwhile hike.|
|I love the strong, jagged rock faces. Again, the picture really doesn't do it justice.|
|Just a few steps away from the lookout we had the greatest tasting bagels of all time, I ate them like I'd never had a bagel before. Then five seconds after I took this photo I remembered I couldn't feel my hands anymore.|