Here we are...

Just off the Port Bow—a place of uncertainty, adventure, and insight. Thank you for your ears, eyes and hearts. I hope to bring compassion, grace and beauty to your day.

California Bound - "Nice Backyard!"

Kyle was obviously referring to Yosemite National Park. The Hetch Hetchy entrance gate is just a few miles to our north; the main western entrance is eight miles to our south.
Remember that this park is the size of Rhode Island. It takes nearly an hour and one half to drive from Evergreen Lodge to Yosemite Village. Ninety five percent of the visitors go to this main valley. There are at least three other major portions of the park which we did not even consider visiting.

The views driving down into Yosemite Valley are spectacular....Ansel Adams over and over again, with no pause to turn pages. I was delighted to watch our fellow explorers granting lots of travel mercy to cars suddenly turning off the road to snap a shot of this or that particular view. No honking of horns nor impatient tailgating. Everyone is in some state of awe. Well, that's an exaggeration, but I am not exaggerating the general sense of bonhomie.

Here's what we saw: El Capitan, The Half Dome, Cathedral Rocks, Vernal Falls, Discovery View, Ahwahne Lodge, about a million campers in all manner of tents and cabins, one of every T-shirt that has ever been designed, and no trash.

There are three Sequoia groves at Yosemite. The main grove near Mariposa is a 90 minute drive away. We went to the Merced grove, just twenty trees. The trailhead to this grove is right near the western park gate, and Evergreen Road. It was a perfect way to end our Yosemite experience.

You walk about one and a half miles and down 500 feet in order to find this particular grove of behemoths. I'll attach a picture once we get internet service. They are huge, and they've been around for a very long time; we're talking nearly two thousand years.

Because everyone goes to the main Mariposa Grove we just about had this trail and grove to ourselves. Peaceful and awe inspiring.

I'm aware of at least two things as I lie here typing. The first is that I am not in very good shape. Granted, it was over 85 degrees, and we were hiking uphill for much of the time. Still....

The second thing, and this one is pretty familiar to me, is that I always find myself wishing I were home. I could be in an absolutely incredible place and my one thought is leaving there and returning to home port (our hotel, our car, or, best of all, our home). I know I’m not alone in this. I also know that this is a geyser (oh, sorry, we’re not talking about Yellowstone here, but Yosemite….) of internal conflict set up by, in my case, being away from home.

What do I do with this? Try to be kind to myself, mindful of my anxieties and willing to be at least a little bit adventurous.

We ended our day watching the sun go down…as children scampered around us, exulting in the joys of forest/lodge evening life.

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It takes a full day to return home to the East from the West. We left Evergreen at 0645 on Thursday and were in bed in Grafton at 0200 on Friday. Changed planes in Las Vega. I haven’t had one, but I suspect root canal procedures are preferable.

Thus ends this journey. I may post a few more pictures, with or without comments. My stomach is readjusting to something; don’t know what.

Do I want to move to California? No.

Would I go again? Certainly.


Mesalliance - Part One

California Bound - Evergreen Lodge