Both Halves of Half Dome
The mind-boggling profusion of the Spring has elbowed its way into Summer. Went for a hike at Tennessee Valley recently (easily accessible from the connector road from Highway 101 to Stinson Beach), and was astounded to find that there were nearly as many wildflowers as there had been after the rains of April. It’s a fabulous time to get outside, and walk at a good clip through hillsides covered with pea blossoms, ceanothus, Farewell-to-Spring, and a host of other blooms I’ve never seen and can’t name.
Drove out to Yosemite about three weeks ago and took two long strolls in the unseasonable heat. I think of myself as an ocean person, but there are times when those waves and whorls of granite, scraped and sheared by the retreating glaciers of the last Ice Age, give me a similar feeling: a familiar awe for the enormous forces animated by the Earth’s molten core and slow, steady rumble around its axis. Yosemite Valley, as ever, was mobbed; but I took the shuttle bus up to Glacier Point and hiked down the Panorama Trail, spending long moments lost in the rainbow mists that dance over Vernal Falls in the hour before sunset. (more…)