Friday, October 2, 2009


I keep running across photos on my computer I didn't know were there, so you may as well enjoy them. I have not been to Yosemite in some years, but these pics brought back some of the awe I remember. I wish there were more, especially some of the longer views, but ... well, one does with what one has. Incidentally, there have been those who pronounced this national park with three syllables -- Yo See Might -- but as I'm sure you know, it is four syllables -- Yo Sem i tee. Just to keep you pointed in the right direction.

Yosemite Valley, very early morning. The valley is still in shadow, but there is light on the
face of half dome.

A little later in the morning. Now the sun is lighting the face of half dome.

I can't be sure, but this might be the base of El Capitain, a sheer granite wall that is a
favorite of climbers

If one stays overnight, there are several possibilities. This is Camp Curry, not the most luxurious of accommodations.

Sometimes the shore of the Merced River is full of vegetation, ...

...and sometimes the shore is sandy. This is the river that, over many eons, carved
this gorgeous valley.

Yosemite Falls - lower portion. At this angle, the upper part is hidden from view.

Seems a shame to go from the sublime to the ridiculous, but ...

Late one night two policemen find a drunk crawling around on his hands and knees underneath a street lamp.
“Looking for something, buddy?” asked one of the cops.
The drunk looked up. “Yesh, offisher, I losht my glashes”.
“You lost your glasses? Here? Under the streetlamp?”
“Uh, nooo, down the shtreet dere. But the light ish better here.”


  1. Stunning. I thought Yogi Bear was from Yosemite but it was Jellystone Park. Must have been thinking of Yosemite Sam. (The photos of the real thing are certainly more spectacular than the cartoons.)

  2. I am so glad you shared those. What a beautiful place. I've never been, but I hope to go someday.

  3. Beautiful. And you just sparked a memory I need to go share with my daughter-in-law--of her grandfather, kicking back at the pool at CAR, telling me a story about his son's trip to Yosemite. I hadn't thought of his telling me about that in many years, and I certainly had no idea that his then-ten-year-old granddaughter was going to grow up and meet my son at college and marry him!

    Okay, off to go email her about when the roadside crumbled at Yosemite and rolled their car into the Merced River... (Nobody seriously hurt.)