Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.--John Muir
Ain't that the truth, which is why Yosemite National Park is as congested as it is. Yosemite Valley in the summertime teams with cars, buses and awe-struck folk. For those of you who have been, you know firsthand.
You also know how gorgeous and grand Yosemite is: verdant meadows and ancient giant sequoias that are flanked by majestic granite cliffs and cascading waterfalls 100 million years in the making. (Would definitely stay at Curry Village over Yosemite Village.)
Mama A's stunt double, Kimmy "Hot Rocks" Calhoun, and I ascended 1,000 vertical feet to the top of Vernal Falls. Not a hike for the squeamish and the waterfall spray soaked us coming and going. On the way back down a mother walking her young child up the trail said to Amy Kimmy, "You are a stud. And a studdette." (Thank goodness Amy Beatrice is still able to guide even if she is tired and has an alien center of gravity.)
Yes, I do agree. Baby B could be born while dredging the bayou or while plowing fields high in the Andes. I think I need an epidural.
Or a pint of Bark Beetle Brown Ale with dinner from the Groveland Hotel. That was a good meal after a great hike.
We stayed at the Yosemite Rose Bed & Breakfast and proprietors Don and Kate were very kind and gracious. Breakfasts were delicious. Every room was named after their many daughters. We stayed in the Mary Room, although it was filled with pictures of Kate. Intriguing. I did not ask.
There were some thunderstorms on Saturday night and a lightning strike started a forest fire near Yosemite. There are over 200 (the governor said 520) fires burning in the state. My heart goes out to the firefighters and their families.
We're home now and it's time to get back to work. Baby B's a-comin'.
Everyone needs beauty as well as bread…
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