Showing posts with label Yosemite Valley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yosemite Valley. Show all posts

Friday, November 28, 2008

November 28 - Yosemite See


Breakfast at the Groveland Hotel, then break fast for Yosemite, via Big Oak Flat Road and the first lookout (where years ago I ran into an old trumpet playing student -- no such luck this time, but luck aplenty nonetheless, including a sky that has cleared to virtually pristine from mere sunbreaks), with El Capitan and Sentinel Rock framing Half Dome.


A second vantage point yields a view straight up the Merced to Bridalveil Fall, Cathedral Rocks, Leaning Tower (latter two respectively to the east/left and west/right) and Sentinel Dome (extreme left horizon).



Dropping into the Valley, El Capitan and


Bridalveil et al loom above the dark forest, to the north and south.



Serendipidously, we snake up to (Wawona) Tunnel



View for a classic Ansel Adams vantage



(including El Capitan, Cloud's Rest, Half Dome,



Sentinel Rock and Dome, Cathedral Rocks, Bridalveil Fall, and Leaning Tower)



before heading back down to the Bridalveil Trailhead.



Onward to Cathedral Beach, for another perspective on Capitan, plus



Three Brothers (the highest a.k.a. Eagle Peak), all of these to the north, with



Sentinel Rock south.



Sentinel is also the next Beach, revealing Yosemite Falls



and a vertical view of the Rock.


At Leidig Meadow, North Dome and Royal Arches come into view, and



we soon reach Curry Village, with Half Dome rising in the shadows.


The furthest extents today (and these days, any day in an auto) areHappy Isles Trailhead and Yosemite Stables, the latter revealing Washington Column, to the east (right) of North Dome and Royal Arches.



A brief walk into the woods of Tenaya Canyon recalls earlier adventures in the Quarter Dome and Half Dome environs,



then it's west to Stoneman Meadow with Yosemite Falls ahead,



and the bright gates of Tenaya (WC and HD, above shadowy deciduous and evergreens) behind.



Slightly nearing the Falls at Ahwahnee Meadow,



we make a beeline for the Gilbert-Stanley-Underhill-designed Inn,


miraculously finding the second-closest parking space directly west of the porte-cochere,


to take in the view past the lobby,



and settle in for a spell in the Great Room



interior --



specifically, the west-facing (and, of course, themed) Mural Room (considerably cozier, darker, and furniturier than pictured here).



The return includes a quick loop through the Yosemite Lodge area (virtually at the foot of the Falls), but the road past El Capitan is closed,



so we circle back over Sentinel Bridge, with one last signature look at Half Dome,



then watch the light fading past the Rock,



the Cap, and



Cathedral Rocks.



Down the Merced River Canyon we go on Route 140,



out of the Park, past beautiful, little-known prominences,



with ominous sky-cover moving in,



towards the realm of digger pine, chaparral, and grassland,



to the Ferguson Slide 15-Minute (delay) Bridge --



the rocks and



vegetation, here and most everywhere, waiting far longer.



Eventually the wait ends, and we take the detour on the other side of the river (this temporary -- but by now a couple of years old -- paving of the old railroad bed)



around the rock



slide,



recrossing the Merced,



heading past burned vegetation,



leaving the canyon for



the inclines around Midpines and Mariposa,



to scattered oaks in the clearing sky beyond Catheys Valley, petrol at $1.75/gal in Livingston (or so we presume...), and



home, where there's time to start the orchestration of Samson and Delilah: V. Disorientation very late (inspiration from Igor Stravinsky's Concerto for Piano and Winds -- and perhaps barbecue, above)

Thursday, November 27, 2008

November 27 - Happy Thanksgiving, Tuolumus


With Frank and Marie looking over the house, Harriet and I are near Yosemite,



in Room 18 (dubbed The O'Shaughessy) --




rather than 15 (Lyle's Room)



which is said to be haunted by its wealthy, eccentric, blythe goldminer namesake --



at the Groveland Hotel, Tuolumne ("To all o' me") County,



having left the Coast Ranges,



crossing the Central Valley via 113 South, 12 East (where gas is $1.65/gal), 99 South,



to 120 through the Sierra Foothills west of Oakdale



and up the Priest Grade. Turkey and roast beef in the 1849 dining room and general merriment.



Before leaving, finish the orchestration of Samson and Delilah: IV. Deborah, with a nod to Charles Wuorinen's Percussion Symphony.