Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Yo's Might!

When I was just a little guy, I remember seeing a sign as we drove through Fresno, CA in our little white station wagon, on our way to camp in the beautiful Sierra Nevada mountains.

The sign read, "Yosemite."

I read it aloud, "Yo's Might."

"Mom, are we going to Yo's Might?"

"You mean Yo-sem-it-ee?"

"Uh. Yeah."

I love Yosemite. It's easily in the top 5 best National Parks. I recently went when I was in California, so I thought I'd give you a little taste of what it was like to be there.


This was the first waterfall we saw - Bridal Veil Fall. This picture doesn't do justice to the ferocity of the water. In fact, you'll find that none of these pictures do. They are beautiful, nonetheless, so all is not lost. :)

This is as close as I could get to the base of the falls - about 200 feet from them. That mist coming through the trees was as thick as a mid-day downpour in Florida, and had turned the path into a small stream. If you look carefully, you can see Mike at the base of one of the distant trees.

This is one of THREE rivers coming away from Bridal Veil falls.

I love the trees out there. There is a specie of pine out there that is deliciously fragrant - a smell that I have yet to find in the forests of Utah.

This little guy paused just long enough for me to capture him eating his acorn on a rock by the river.

I love the moss (or lichen?) that grows on the trees out there. It's reminiscent of coral in it's structure, albeit much softer.

These are the lower Yosemite falls. You can see them in action here.

This picture is turning out blurry for some reason. Bah!

El Capitan! "The Captain" is an absolutely splendiferous piece of granite.

Don't you love moss? You almost expect tiny houses to be perched on their fuzzy little hills with smoke pouring out of their chimneys.

It's true. Good cheese does come from happy cows. And happy cows come from California. This picture is living proof of that.

An olive vineyard we passed on the way back from Yosemite provided a fittingly scenic end to a beautiful drive.



  1. There is a road close to my house called R.D. Mize. I always wondered who decided to name it. And I always asked my mom, but she didn't know.