Jasmin, Mari, Quan and myself flew into the original town of Yerba Buena (San Francisco) that was previously inhabited by the Yelamu tribe and later colonized by the Spanish, Americans and Chinese workers.
We picked up our upgraded Jeep and started our four hour drive to the third oldest national park in the country with a stop at Denny’s for breakfast.
Entered the smoke filled and ash covered wilderness park that sprawls over 750,000 acres of cliffs, waterfalls, mountains and meadows. Reservations required.
The smoke from the nearby Oak and Washburn fires had all but extinguished the views from the scenic overlook.
We had to rely on this brass model of Yosemite Valley to show us what we were missing.
Stopped at a nearby meadow with wildflowers and bicyclists going over the boardwalks.
We parked and walked over to the base of North America’s tallest waterfall.
Hiking tip: Trying to boulder with slippers is not a good idea.
Approaching the 320′ waterfall.
Scrambling over the boulders to get a closer look.
View from the plunge pool at the bottom of the fall. Didn’t see anybody getting in the water for a quick dip. Not even sticking a big toe to check the water temperature.
We contoured to the left to get closer to the ribbon of water, which was significantly diminished from the thundering volume of water displayed during spring and early summer from the melting snow.
Standing in front of the lower fall. Out of sight was the 675′ Middle Cascades and the 1,430′ Upper Fall.
The Ahwahneechee people who originally inhabited the base of the falls believed that the pool was home to spirits of several witches called the Poloti. Not to be confused with water witching.
Yosemite Creek emerges from the base of the fall and flows into the nearby Merced River.
The most common rodent to be found in the park – the California ground squirrel.
The setting sun being filtered and colored by the haze and smoke in the air.
We left the park and checked into our Airbnb in Oakhurt and shopped at the nearby grocery store to fill up the pantry. Chayote is the next papaya.
Post hike meal at Kyoto Kafe. They gave us recycled wooden chopsticks. Recycled as in used. Don’t ask for less rice and more salad, they will just tell you to eat what’s on your plate. Other than that, the food was mainland quality and the service was zero tip standard.
Photos taken by Jasmin Nepomuceno, Mari Saito, Quan Haberstroh and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.
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