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| The month of May is always a great time to see Yosemite. The falls and rivers are at their peek, the meadows are green, and the dogwood is in full bloom. However, it is also a busy time of the year. Lots of people come and lodging is at a premium. Sharon was busy playing tennis, so I took a chance and drove up in the "Z" hoping for a vacancy at the inn. I was lucky, and with some help from the manager, got a room at the Yosemite Lodge. |
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| While I waited for my room conformation, I took a walk along the Merced River banks. It was peaceful and good to see this magnificent park again. A canoe drifted in the current. The fellow had a collapsible cart aboard and a bicycle down stream so he could tow the gear to his starting point. The current was too strong to paddle back. |
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| My path wandered through a wooded section. Ferns and dogwood trees grew along the trail and some were draped above the water's edge. The only sounds were the lapping river, a lark in a tree above, and my footsteps on twigs below.. |
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| Later in the afternoon I took the hike to Vernal Falls. This, of course, is a popular trail, and that day was no exception. From Camp Curry you can walk (or take the shuttle bus) to Happy Isles where the Merced River crashes down into the valley floor. It is the start of the John Muir Trail and our destination for now: Vernal Falls. |
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I always learn something new. It was a warm night, so I decided to leave the door to the balcony open - after all I was on the second floor, no one was going to bother me; right? Wrong !! In the middle of my peaceful sleep I woke with the sound of a crash. Was it one of those noisy neighbors? Then I heard some more rustling further towards the bath-room. I stood up out off my bed, stark naked as always, just when a shadow rushed by me. It was the size of a dog, but faster. Out the open door it went . . . and then it dawned on me that it was a racoon. It had knocked over my waste-paper basket and found some leftovers there. I had goose bumps all over, closed the outside door and tried to go back to sleep. The following morning I drove up to Glacier Point. |
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| Suddenly we are at the edge of the rim. There are a number of deep cracks or fissures in the ground and we have to be careful where we go. But the most striking view is down and across the valley: El Capitan, the giant rock of Yosemite. |
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| As we continue, we cross Sentinel Creek just before it plunges over the edge to the valley below (too close to the edge for me to see). Although not spectacular because of little water flow, Sentinel Falls, with a drop of 1920 feet, is rated as the twelfth highest water fall in the world. Yosemite Falls is sixth at 2425 feet. |
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| We are getting close to the end of the trail. After climbing back up and skirting around Sentinel Dome, we have a panoramic view of Half Dome and the Clark Range with its snow covered peaks. Then it is back to the car and home. |

