With an unexpected career shift in motion thanks to mass layoffs at my company, I suddenly have a lot more time on my hands. So naturally, we headed to arguably one of the most beautiful sites in our new home of the West Coast - or really anywhere: Yosemite National Park. Or as Bobby calls it - “a slice of heaven.”
Obviously getting laid off is a huge life-changer, but the power of nature has a way of making you forget material things and creates a huge smile across your face. As soon as we arrived, we got on our bikes and rode around the park to get a feel for the lay of the land. Riding through the vast valley under the giant, towering rocks with the breeze sweeping by our faces felt glorious. Riding bikes through National Parks really is the way to explore!
We headed back to camp for the night to set up and kick back. We woke up the next morning with the sunrise, and got prepared to go on our first trail. We biked in to the park, then hiked up a very steep incline to the 317 foot waterfall: Vernal Fall. This fall is much smaller than the main attraction of Yosemite Fall, but unfortunately in October Yosemite Fall wasn't running (best time to see it is in the Spring after the snow caps melt). None the less, Vernal Fall was an awesome site even though it wasn't running as rapidly as it does in the Spring. The mist sprayed in the air, ricocheting off the rocks below, and causing a vivid rainbow to span across the fall.
Well if I thought that trail was steep, I had no idea about what the next day’s trail had in store for me! Cue the rigorous hike up to Glacier Point via The Four Mile Trail.
Bobby has a particular knack for saying things like: “Just one more corner,” “We’re almost there,” “Seriously babe it’s right ahead.” It is not right ahead, or around that corner. It never is. But his words of encouragement do push me in hopes that my muscles will stop quivering. It’s worth it in the end.
To the top of Glacier Point we go! 200 floors, 12 miles, 27,000 steps and 4,000 feet in elevation gain, and about 7-8 hours total of hiking round trip. Phew!
My thumbs are up, but judging by my crossed eyes, I am feeling the burn. Meanwhile, Bobby is clearly unphased by what I describe as the most strenuous physical activity I have ever undergone.
We, scratch that, I look obviously tired. But it was obviously worth it. I mean the view...
So the one driving factor pushing me to the top (other than the view, and the proud moment of knowing I made it) was the fact that I thought there would be a shuttle to drive us back down at the end of it all. After all, we had been hiking completely uphill for 5-6 hours. Turns out, there was no shuttle. And it was getting dark. Ugh. I ate some ice cream, put on my big girl pants, and began the descent after making sure my complaints were heard (loud and clear from the top of a mountain)!
We headed down the mountain as fast as we could trying to beat the sun, and in about 2 hours we made it to the bottom just in time for this:
Yosemite was the perfect solution to clear my head and move on to our next chapter. And Bobby was more than ecstatic to be reunited with his favorite mountain.
Until next time, stay wild!