We had been putting off exploring the big national parks until Logan was big enough to get around on his own and not be too tired. We might also have been a bit lazy about doing something difficult that required new gear, special clothes, and a lot of specialized knowledge we didn’t have. There was a bit of resistance to overcome, but this year we finally decided we had to visit Yosemite. We pushed through fears of show chains and bears, and general ignorance of all things outdoors, and we were rewarded with a wonderful Thanksgiving adventure.
We arrived just a couple of hours behind a snowstorm. During the latter half of the trip, we were driving into a dark wall of clouds. The drizzle turned into light freezing rain after we passed Mariposa. A few miles outside Yosemite, the temperature changed dramatically — we watched the numbers on the dashboard thermometer drop by the minute!
We checked into our hotel around dusk, with just enough light left to admire the Merced River that rushed under our window between steep canyon walls. Then the night fell, in perfect blackness. The next morning, Thanksgiving, the forest (and our car!) was covered in ice. We bundled up, scraped off the windows, and drove slowly the two miles to the park entrance. Once inside, the sunlight broke through, and we found ourselves in a glittering winter wonderland. Every twig on every tree was coated with a frosting of snow. It was dazzling! We stopped every few yards to take pictures, and when we finally made it the two miles to Monument Valley, we found a good six inches of snow covering the meadows.
Logan got to play in snow for the very first time! He loved throwing snowballs at Ash, and he couldn’t stop tasting the handfuls as he scooped them up. We made our way around the valley floor and up to Tunnel View to photograph the big monuments from above. Then we headed down Route 41 to Fish Camp for Thanksgiving dinner at Tenaya Lodge. That day and the next were truly magical.
There was so much to be thankful for on this trip. We didn’t see any bears, but there were plenty of foxes, and one crossed our path just a few feet in front of us. There were peaceful spots where we felt like the only visitors in the vast park. The silence was breath-taking. And there were scenes of staggering beauty around every corner. It was pure luck that our trip coordinated so perfectly with the winter weather. We felt awed and grateful, and we savored every minute of our visit.