Saturday at Yosemite

Yosemite Meadow

This was me all day long; looking, looking, looking.  Up!  Yosemite was, as always, stunningly, serenely, and achingly beautiful.  The weather was perfect -- warm, but with enough of a breeze to keep things fresh and interesting.  It was a Saturday, so there were a lot of people, but it wasn't too bad.  I enjoyed catching snatches of French, German, Swedish and other languages that I couldn't place.  People come from all over the planet to experience this amazing place. 



The Merced River







Yosemite Falls (what's left of them by late summer)



North Dome



We ate our little picnic, visited the museum and then took the shuttle bus up to the end of the valley.

The morning was clear as a bell, but by afternoon the first clouds of the cold front were sailing in.  They moved quickly across the sky, carried forward by very high winds.



By the time we left, puffy clouds were strewn across the sky.  On the the winding road home, the sun had set and they had turned orange, pink and yellow and glowed like stained glass.  This sunset was so stunning that it caused a bit of a traffic hazard.  We had to slow way down because of multiple cars suddenly veering across the oncoming lane of traffic in order to pull over in the turnouts.   People were wandering across and even in the road, oblivious to the traffic as they gazed at the colors streaming across the sky. 





We didn't stop, but this is a quick snap (through a dirty windshield and with a traffic sign in the way) of what caused everyone to take a second look. I was strangely proud to see that so many humans were mesmerized by the beauty of the sky.