Few places can match the pure grandeur of Yosemite National Park. On Oct. 1, 1890, the U.S. Congress reserved more than 1,000 square miles of “forest lands” in the Eastern/Central part of California. With that action, Yosemite became a national park.
“Standing up at the pass, gnawing on a mighty tasty PB&J sandwich made only four days earlier, I see a man steadily trucking up the unforgiving switchbacks. When he hits the pass some minutes later, his wide smile prompts me to react similarly. Funny how relentless exertion in thin air can produce such joy.”
Part two of a series chronicling the author’s backpacking trip through Yosemite — specifically, his first two days on the trail, from Glacier Point to Lower Ottoway Lake. Experience a bus ride, a tenuously controlled fire, and the natural flavor-enhancement that wilderness has on common food, and more . . .
Late this past summer, the author spent the better part of a week hiking through particularly remote areas of Yosemite National Park’s wilderness. He thought he’d be a pioneer by leaving his car at home and riding transit between San Francisco and Yosemite — but it turned out he wasn’t much of a pioneer in that way at all. Part I chronicles: the trip out to Yosemite and the subsequent evening in Yosemite Valley.