Monday, July 20, 2009

Back from Yosemite

July 15, 2009: Yosemite, Day 1

It's warm in our cabin, the still-excited whispers of the monkeys escape the half wall upstairs and waft down to me in my bed. I miss him. The window fan hums in a lurching 6/8 time, while the one above my head shudders like it might shimmy down from its base. April flips pages gently in the bed next to mine. The granite wall to our south dulls any evidence of the wildlife and people this valley boasts. It's silent, but Henry won't be still. My brain won't be still.

It was a picture-perfect drive. It flew by since I got to share it with another adult: a rare treat. I was right about food tasting better here. The sandwich from the deli and another from the ice chest were each a boon to my thankful stomach. Beauty is everywhere here. I have to remind myself not to overlook it since it's familiar. Walking, bus riding, sitting in chairs talking and alternately watchin
g other people read... the ushe. I even resisted the after-dinner ice cream. One day down.

Tomorrow I'm going to run. I'm nervous about it, just lik
e I was before my last run which was the five miler last weekend. I missed a day Tuesday because my packing consumed me. Laundry consumed me. The Crazies consumed me. All the more reason to run, tomorrow. After the early morning run of the Happy Isles/Mirror Lake bus loop, down the river to Housekeeping and back *fingers crossed* I'm hoping I get to go see Bridalveil Falls with Christie and Al. It's been a while, and it would be nice to do something new. It seems right; I've been wanting to go and suddenly they're hopping a bus bound for that end of the valley tomorrow.

I can't get used to being on vacation without E, no matter how many times I've done it. We need each other too much right now. Being without him reminds me of the blessing of shared joy, and shared exp
erience. I sure wish he was here.

I think I need to take a Benadryl so I can sleep tonight.


Well, I intended to keep writing after that first night, but guess what? I didn't write anything else. I was too busy having a good time. And being busy. And being tired. And eating. And hiking. And sitting on the porch. And sitting by the river.

Busy, busy, busy. I had a great time. I have exactly NO real pictures, because on the first day I took out my camera and it promptly died on the spot. In my rush to pack I didn't locate the charger for the battery, either. Tourist FAIL. I'm hoping that I can have copies of April's pictures and then I'll have something to post. Anything I have right now is from my iPhone.

I did do my run, and it was so nice. I think that was the first time I've been in the valley anywhere by myself for any length of time, and the loop I ran from Curry around by Happy Isles, the stables and Pines campgrounds, then back along the road, through the old washed out campgrounds and across to Housekeeping Camp was so peaceful and quiet at 7:00 AM. I know that won't make sense to anyone who hasn't been to Yosemite recently, but if you have, then you know what I'm talking about.

I only ran once though, because on Friday (which should have been my rest day), I went on an impromptu hike to the foot bridge at Vernal Falls, and then decided to continue on to the top with E's Aunt Kate. The hike to the top of Vernal is 3 miles round trip, but it climbs 1000 feet in elevation. It's been 15 years since I've hiked it--in 1994 I hiked to the top of Half Dome with my dad and sister. Vernal is the first waterfall. It was plenty of hiking for me this year. The Mist Trail was full of mist, and a beautiful, almost circular rainbow. I ended up not going with the group to Bridalveil Falls, so I was glad that I had the opportunity to hike Vernal. My legs were really sore from all the steps. Yikes. Definitely a good workout.

Us at the bridge--see the falls behind us?

Some time later. The view from the top of the falls, looking down at the Merced River and the Mist Trail. 1000 foot climb in elevation. Yes.


I'm not really scared of being up high, only scared of that moment when I'd hit the earth. Doesn't take much imagination at the top of the falls to think about how dangerous it is.

So happy we made it to the top. We talked about buying Half Dome T shirts that said "I made it the the top," crossing out "Half Dome" and writing in "Vernal Falls." I was really happy to make it. This hike took a lot out of me.

Other than that, just lots of being lazy, sitting by the river, and watching the monkeys enjoy the heck out of nature, rocks, dirt, and playing cards. Ad became a certified Junior Ranger, and Bud earned a button that says he's a Junior Ranger Little Cub. Too cute. April took pics of them saying their oath. I was napping on the heels of a bad anxiety attack, which I'll write about later, so that day was pretty much a loss for me. Even on vacation, the worries of this difficult time in our marriage found me. Sigh. At least we're one week from the Bar exam. He's so close.

It was a great trip. Very strange to be there with less than ten people when we normally number somewhere near thirty. I missed E like crazy. I love Yosemite, though. It's good to be home, but I have since developed a nasty cold. E was home for the night, but he wouldn't even sleep in the same room as me because he's so scared he's going to catch something and be sick either before or during the Bar. Can this summer just be over soon, please?

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