Everyone has seen the pictures of El Capitan, Half
Dome, and the many waterfalls plunging thousands of feet to Yosemite Valley,
but much like the Grand Canyon and perhaps Crater Lake, nothing can properly
prepare you for the majestic beauty unfolding before your own eyes.
The driving was still slow due to snow, ice, and the
many curves along our drive. Progress was further slowed by the many cars navigating
the same treacherous roadway. It was hard to steal a few views of the landscape
with my eyes focused on the ice in front of us, but I managed to quickly match
the sights so ingrained in my brain from years of admiring photos of Yosemite.
I opened the sunroof to allow my passengers to gaze up past the towering pine trees
to the granite walls and waterfalls reaching towards the heavens.
Even though it was cold and windy, the park appeared
to have a large number of visitors as every parking spot was taken in the first
several pull-offs and lots. Drivers were even blocking the already narrow
travel lanes to view the sights and snap their own photographs. I gave Laurel a
camera and she was snapping hundreds of pictures from the backseat.



