It's that time of year again where Yosemite begs to be hiked. This year it was a trip for just us girls.
We decided on the well traveled route up the mist trail and then on to Little Yosemite Valley.
The weather couldn't have been any better, and our moods matched it.
The familiar sights from the bridge never get old.
The roar of the river in the spring always demands respect.
The steep trail and steeper granite walls seem to go on forever.
The $3 rain ponchos we picked up last minute were super classy but totally effective
She may have been the only one without a parka in the middle of a thunderstorm on the last hike, but this girl will not come parka-less again!
While I may only stand 5'4" tall, I'm still convinced the builder of these stairs was a giant.
I will never pass up a rainbow without trying in vain to catch the beauty of it through a lens.
I will always be amazed at how a massive body of water can just drop off into the air and regroup at the bottom seemingly stronger and more powerful than before.
I always have to fight the urge at the top of Vernal Falls to just sprawl out on the rocks like a lizard and soak up the sights and the sun.
By the time I reach the top of Nevada Falls I'm always ready to be done with all those rocky stairs
So much so that this trip, I totally forgot that there were, of course, more stairs beyond the bridge...ugh!!
You can never go wrong with a lunch spot by the river in Lower Yosemite Vally in the company of some your favorite people
When it was time to hit the stairs again I was reminded that while it may be faster going down, it is just as brutal.
The sun peaking through the tree tops at Happy Isles was a welcome site. We were ready to rest our feet and looking forward to our traditional Mexican food stop in Oakhurst. Another day well spent in this beautiful place with awesome people is in the books!