My Yosemite

Yosemite has always been a special part of my world.

Coming into the valley on highway 120 you get your first glimpse of the distant Bridalveil Falls near Cascade Creek.

I was about five when my parents first took me to Yosemite and we returned often. Here I am, dipping my foot in the Merced at housekeeping camp.

I can show you pictures, but how can I give you a sense of the place? I sure am no Ansel Adams but I will do my best.

The meadows and vast panoramas are part of Yosemite's charm.

Half Dome and the Merced River, of course.

The soaring cliffs that embrace you are another part of it's charm. In some places all you can see is up.

The water is another part, here Tanaya Creek flows out of Mirror Lake.

But for me, I think it is the quiet, still woods.

The way the light filters through the trees.

Shh, be still and listen. Hear the wind in the trees. Hear the thunder of the falls. Listen to the birds. Be still and you will know my Yosemite.

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