Things came together today. I’m pretty grateful.
I really want to take my kids on a summer adventure. My older daughter suggested Yosemite not too long ago.
Until then I had been thinking camper road trip. When she said Yosemite, the trip drew into better focus.
Yosemite. More than a thousand square miles of mostly wilderness. A blessed place. A protected place. A holy place, really.
I spent maybe ten Mother’s Day weekends in Yosemite; it was our family tradition growing up. I packed in the back-country maybe another half-dozen times when I was older.
I can’t think of a better place to bridge my child / growing-up experiences to my own children.
Usually you need to make plans way in advance, it’s such a popular destination. Covid Times, we’ll see if maybe I can get luck. A reservation is in process. We’ll see. Hopefully soon we’ll know yea or ney.
And so I watched Free Solo, about a climber who free soloed El Captain four years ago. I’m no climber; a minor boulder guy at best.
But watching an hour plus documentary centered in Yosemite? Just the primer.
I love that place. I love those rocks. I hope it works out. Even as one of the more popular outdoor destinations on the planet — and certainly here in the west, it will be peaceful, and change, and outdoor adventure, and exactly what the doctor ordered (as they say — no doctor involved just now on that front).
This trip, this place, much needed. For me as much as my kids. I need it. They need it. WE need it.
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