Nobody Does It Better

California

than Ansel Adams. Of course.  I’m embarrassed to post photos from my silly little iPhone so I’ll spare you too many iconic vistas -

                       okay, maybe just this one, to prove I finally made it to the Right Y Park.

I actually cried when I first saw this view.  Yes, it probably would have been better if it was in black and white, but the Autumn colors and the blue skies weren’t too shabby at all.





Yosemite was one of those rare experiences that actually exceed your expectations.  I’m glad we had a few days there even if we couldn’t get to Glacier Point because of the snow.  Did I mention we had snow?  It only made it more beautiful even though it melted away quickly.











The little bit of snow melt even gave us a glimpse of Bridal Veil Falls  - not exactly plunging but the only waterfall that hadn’t dried up completely.

Opposite your first view of El Capitan there’s this rather wonderful sign. Talking “forest good”.  Love it.  And thank you Teddy Roosevelt and John Muir.



And I was equally taken with the Chapel, the oldest public building still in use in the Valley.  The first service was in 1879.  Perhaps a Benevolent Presence was there?


And speaking of the Almighty, we also got to bask in, and be humbled by, the glory of this.


Dan got up way close and personal to another specimen.  Love this photo!

Christmas came early this year.


And guess what?  He DID photograph gushing geysers in the Other Y Park!



Comments

  1. UnknownOctober 24, 2021 at 9:49 AM

    You didn't do too badly with your teensy iPhone. Feel like we had better take a trip there sooner rather than later.

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    1. Trailer Trash MamaOctober 30, 2021 at 5:31 AM

      I’ve heard it’s glorious in winter! And Ansel seemed to think so too.

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  2. WinniwomanOctober 24, 2021 at 12:10 PM

    I'm so jealous! I wish I could be your "fly on the wall"!

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  3. JandJOctober 24, 2021 at 1:12 PM

    Great images!

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  4. MargaretOctober 24, 2021 at 1:39 PM

    Oh Pippa, congratulations! You made it! I'm loving following along

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    1. Trailer Trash MamaOctober 30, 2021 at 5:28 AM

      Margie! Can’t wait to see you again. Thanks for coming along for the ride!

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  5. Jim BOctober 24, 2021 at 6:13 PM

    Captivating! You are vacationing in spectacular tremendousness. More!!!! :)

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  6. JillOctober 28, 2021 at 8:06 PM

    So beautiful, you and Dan are doing it right!

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    1. Trailer Trash MamaOctober 30, 2021 at 5:28 AM

      Thanks Jill! Do you think you’ll come back again in non-smoky weather?

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