Yosemite and the Elusive Moonbow.
It was decided earlier in the week that it was definitely time to get out of the city and get in touch with our inner hippie. So, on a whim we rented a minivan, got a map, made some sandwiches, and hit the road. It was just after 5:30 AM when the five of us hit the road. It was myself, Lisa, Josh, Becky, and Ian in a Dodge Caravan heading East on our journey to Yosemite national Park.
Lisa was the only one who had been to the central California attraction before, but she had not had much time for exploration. Ours however, was a trip destined for exploration, invigoration, and frolicking. Initially it seemed like a bad idea for us to attempt to depart at such and early stage of the day, however our jubilence for the upcoming event awoke us all with a aire of exhilaration.
Cruising across I-580 East before the sun rise made the trip feel like the beginning of a long cross-country journey. Here we were, a group of 20-something adventurers embarking on a quest for the unknown. All we did know was that we were leaving civilization behind; at least for the day. Or so we thought.
Trading the stereo-play between renditions of Willie Nelson's On The Road Again and Soundgarden's A Sides, the trip's sound track began to take shape. The mean time was spent passing Jefferson Airplanes from front to back and enjoying all the beautiful scenery that this rural part of the sunshine State has to offer.
It was almost 9:30 when we reached the park and it absolutely lived up to my expectations. Towering sheer mountains, crystal clear running rivers, waterfalls that stretched to the sky and deep, dense forests full of beautiful trees, flowers, plants, and birds; we even saw a small coyote running down a pathway not too far off the road. We spent hours hiking around eventually making our way to Nevada Falls where we sat, ate, smoked, and meditated.
I feel that no amount of explanation could truly explain the day. I have a plethora of pics that I will put online for all to see. All I can say is if you haven't been there, you HAVE to go; there is truly nothing like it.
Lisa was the only one who had been to the central California attraction before, but she had not had much time for exploration. Ours however, was a trip destined for exploration, invigoration, and frolicking. Initially it seemed like a bad idea for us to attempt to depart at such and early stage of the day, however our jubilence for the upcoming event awoke us all with a aire of exhilaration.
Cruising across I-580 East before the sun rise made the trip feel like the beginning of a long cross-country journey. Here we were, a group of 20-something adventurers embarking on a quest for the unknown. All we did know was that we were leaving civilization behind; at least for the day. Or so we thought.
Trading the stereo-play between renditions of Willie Nelson's On The Road Again and Soundgarden's A Sides, the trip's sound track began to take shape. The mean time was spent passing Jefferson Airplanes from front to back and enjoying all the beautiful scenery that this rural part of the sunshine State has to offer.
It was almost 9:30 when we reached the park and it absolutely lived up to my expectations. Towering sheer mountains, crystal clear running rivers, waterfalls that stretched to the sky and deep, dense forests full of beautiful trees, flowers, plants, and birds; we even saw a small coyote running down a pathway not too far off the road. We spent hours hiking around eventually making our way to Nevada Falls where we sat, ate, smoked, and meditated.
I feel that no amount of explanation could truly explain the day. I have a plethora of pics that I will put online for all to see. All I can say is if you haven't been there, you HAVE to go; there is truly nothing like it.
posted by Mike | 7:30 AM
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