We checked off another item on our California bucket list. And I’m thinking we may just want to toss the rest of the list because I don’t think anything else will come close to Yosemite Valley.
We took the scenic route in order to experience Yosemite for the first time via Tunnel View. And when we emerged from the tunnel, this was our first full glimpse of Yosemite:
We set up camp at our home away from home: Upper Pines #9. Check out our view!
And we got the lay of the Valley.
These little bears endured their most challenging camping trip yet including lots of rain, temperatures in the high 30s and (for Fin) a night of croupy breathing issues. But they were in heaven.
There were enormous rocks to climb everywhere.
Lots of bridges.
They were inspired. Inspired to recreate what they saw.
Inspired to do things to help nature. (As we read Camping with the President, Eli points to John Muir and says, “I love nature like him.”)
Inspired to do a whole book of Mad Libs using poop and butt and the like and laugh hysterically at themselves.
Sunday morning, the temperature warmed up to a balmy 39ºF for our morning hike up to the Vernal Fall Bridge.
Round-trip from the parking lot it was probably about 2.5 miles but .8 was straight up and .8 was straight down. I had read in numerous places that sugar-filled bribery worked well if you wanted to take young kids on this hike.
They hiked like champs.
We rode the shuttle bus to Yosemite Falls after lunch to see one of the tallest waterfalls in the world.
Dad tested out our new Coleman stove. We’d been waiting all weekend for his Sausagecakes.
We packed up camp and headed out for our last hike. One last waterfall. The one that finally fulfilled the promise of getting us wet.
And we headed home. Exhausted but already dreaming of our return to Yosemite Valley.