All Four Seasons One Day in Yosemite
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 2:23 pm
Well, it started off perfectly: hit the road around 7:30, caught up with Rick Kent (finally!) at the Grapevine Denny’s as we headed opposite directions. We sat there for 3 hours annoying our waitress but catching up on adventures. Apparently he’s the rappel god now, and convinced that he has more crap in his truck than I do. Gee, competitive much? Looks like we’ll get along just fine, thank you!

It started snowing outside of Oakhurst as the TOF hit around 5K ft, and continued until descending into Wawona, then picking right back up again. As I crested Chinquapin and headed towards tunnel view, everything lightened up to reveal the clearing storm to the west along the Merced Canyon.

I knew if I was to enjoy the snow I had to get my buns out of bed Saturday morning, so after an awesome dinner with mom and dad (grilled filet mignon wrapped in bacon, 3-bean salad, and baked potatoes from the campfire), I hit the sack in the TOF. The alarm was painful at 3, but I was rolling by 3:45. Looking up from the bridge over the Merced outside of Upper Pines CG, I switched off the headlamp to check out the stars. No moon, and every last twinkle was brilliant in the cold night air. I walked past North Pines and the stables, then switched the lamp back on. I scanned right, then left, then FROZE. Two bright green eyes looked back at me from near the ground about 50ft off. (No, Mike, it WASN’T a squirrel! And NO, I didn’t get a picture of it) For a moment, neither of us moved, and I couldn’t make out a body shape since the lamp-light didn’t extend that far. So instead of waiting for it to come towards me, I advanced a step or two, yelling, growling, slapping my poles together. It stood, took two steps away, then turned around and looked again. I kept yelling at it, trying to be as threatening as possible, and it finally skulked off.

I almost turned back for the TOF and my warm sleeping bag. Then I almost hid in the crapper at Mirror “Lakeâ€

It started snowing outside of Oakhurst as the TOF hit around 5K ft, and continued until descending into Wawona, then picking right back up again. As I crested Chinquapin and headed towards tunnel view, everything lightened up to reveal the clearing storm to the west along the Merced Canyon.

I knew if I was to enjoy the snow I had to get my buns out of bed Saturday morning, so after an awesome dinner with mom and dad (grilled filet mignon wrapped in bacon, 3-bean salad, and baked potatoes from the campfire), I hit the sack in the TOF. The alarm was painful at 3, but I was rolling by 3:45. Looking up from the bridge over the Merced outside of Upper Pines CG, I switched off the headlamp to check out the stars. No moon, and every last twinkle was brilliant in the cold night air. I walked past North Pines and the stables, then switched the lamp back on. I scanned right, then left, then FROZE. Two bright green eyes looked back at me from near the ground about 50ft off. (No, Mike, it WASN’T a squirrel! And NO, I didn’t get a picture of it) For a moment, neither of us moved, and I couldn’t make out a body shape since the lamp-light didn’t extend that far. So instead of waiting for it to come towards me, I advanced a step or two, yelling, growling, slapping my poles together. It stood, took two steps away, then turned around and looked again. I kept yelling at it, trying to be as threatening as possible, and it finally skulked off.

I almost turned back for the TOF and my warm sleeping bag. Then I almost hid in the crapper at Mirror “Lakeâ€