Seeking to see the snow-covered sights, we split to Yosemite. Breathing in the crisp, refreshing, air; we cruised down 120 with the windows down and the stereo up.
Boom, we in this thang. Pull-outs at every vista point. However It’d been snowing pretty heavily. And snow plows had created 6-foot high walls as they worked to keep the roads clear.
No matter to us. Where there’s a will, there’s a way; and we were on a mission. So we climbed, and sank, and bored, and tunneled, until we could get our shot.
Luckily, we didn’t have to deal with the snow wall for much longer. As we descended down into the valley, the trekking became a lot more manageable.
And I jumped into action.
Then, déjà vu, AUURAHHH! AUURAHHH!! A fuckin’ chill shook me violently as a shadow flew over-head.
A Red-tailed Hawk searching for its next meal.
I watched it effortlessly soar away; almost enviously. I snapped another shot of El Capitan, Half-Dome and the moon all in the same frame, and moved along.
Standing over the Merced River, I caught Bridalvail Falls flowing.
I slapped the telephoto on the D5200 and snapped a few close-ups.
It was a little hazy with all the moisture in the air, but it’s all good.
Getting a little closer to the action, I don’t know this waterfalls name. So, if anyone wants to learns-me-somethin’, I’d appreciate it. It’s located on 120, on the way down to the valley.
It flows under a bridge.
There’s even pull-outs for it.
Let me know ; )
“Down in the valley, valley so low”
Yosemite Falls
After stretching our legs, taking a break, and drinking a beer, we decided to check out the visitors center. And right outside is a 9-foot section of a giant sequoia.
In 1066 Saint Edward the Confessor, King of England, Died. On some real-life Game of Thrones, would-be pretenders fought and died for the seat. Culminating with William the Bastard, killing-once exiled-reigning King, Harald Hardrada by bashing in his chest, tearing out his still beating heart, and eating it in front of all the kings men… They couldn’t put him back together again… (artistic liberties taken). This event was known as the battle of Hastings.
Meanwhile, back in beautiful Californian, the Me-Wuk natives are enjoying the peace and beauty of their land. And this young tree is in the bloom of it’s life. Seriously, the tree is older than Jesus Christ.
With the day coming to an end, we head back to the car, to find the clouds had started to roll in.
We crossed the valley floor as the sun set and reflected its colors on the fresh snow melt.
And so concluded another adventure.
Grizzly De Haro 