They have a pretty solid bead on where I live, so to escape them, I leave. Monday morning I looked ahead and saw the three-day weekend opportunity. I saw that Tioga Pass had not yet closed for the season, and couple that with the fact I’d never been to Yosemite before, my weekend was settled: road trip.
My plan was to head up to Sentinel Dome, and hit Glacier Point on the way back. Thirteen tough miles. Cold, windy and fog on Sentinel.
Tomorrow I’m eyeballing the other side of the valley and go up the Yosemite Falls Trail. Sunday is still up in the air. This is a spectacular place, though it’s kind of sad I’ve nobody to share it with. Other than my readers, that is!
In this case: slooow…