I’m not sure I want to tell you exactly where we camped in Yosemite National Park. For six whole days in late summer, while the valley was packed with people and their RVs, we had this camping area to ourselves. No powered sites, no running water. From the creek we boiled water and we bathed. Meals were cooked over the fire. One night we slept under the stars only to wake covered in frost, the warm high altitude days were deceptive. In the days we rambled over the rocks and discovered wild trees and large boulders, gnarly and covered in moss. At night we would sit by the fire and hear the coyotes signing to each other not too far away, guessing they stood where we had amongst the trees and boulders only a hours earlier.
In the cool light of dawn the bed under the stars from the night before lies in the sand beside the creek, the warmth of a campfire not too far away.
Breakfast on a campfire in the cool light of dawn, coffee and sausage.
Perched on top of a boulder, a serpent-like tree wraps it’s roots around the landscape and basks in the golden light of late afternoon; The last rays of the days light peak beneath the branch of a big old tree and spread down the rocky forest landscape.
Camping by Yosemite Creek, bathing in it’s icy cold waters.
In the delicate light of late afternoon a pot of water from the creek boils on the campfire, it will settle over night and be safe to drink by morning.
A variety of delicate grasses and vegetation in the sand beside the creek glows in the late afternoon light.
The hairy texture of bark on a big old tree, against the cool softness of moss on stone.
As dusk falls, a beer cools naturally in the quiet waters of Yosemite Creek, with pebbles and stones and surrounding trees reflected in the still water.
Stoking the fire as day turns to night, ready for cooking the evening meal and keeping warm against the cool mountain air that hits when the sun goes down.
The beautiful textures of lichen on rough stone; Delicate blue flowers and bright green moss add to the stunning mix of textures and colours of this wild tree against a mossy rock.
As the sun drops behind the mountains, taking the warm summer temperatures with it, smoke from the campfire drifts towards the tent; Looking down Yosemite Creek, quite and still in the last days of summer, two beers cooling naturally in its waters.