Yosemite, as you may know, is one of the most breathtaking places on Earth. It’s also immense, so there is absolutely no way I could even begin to describe it. As it had become a tradition, the drive from Sequoia to Yosemite took much longer than we expected. You’ve probably guessed by now that neither Clara nor I are particularly good with distances.
Thankfully we got there safely (even though a wasp stung me whilst I was driving and threw me into a major panic attack). As it was expected, because that is our luck, the only camping spot available was the one at the top of the mountain. The one which took almost 2 hours to drive, the one without showers, or flushable toilets. So there we went.
We wanted to stay for two nights, yet we were not expecting the temperature drop at night. We lit a fire with lost papers and some blocks of wood a kind camper left behind them and almost woke up with hypothermia. Needless to say, we embarked in our adventure to Napa the second we woke up. But more on that later.
The following pictures represent the three stages of Yosemite: Awe, excitement, and cold.
All images belong to the author.
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