Serenity in Yosemite

There isn’t much that can be said about Yosemite that hasn’t been said before. We’ve seen the crisp black and white photos of Ansel Adams and the vivid color of the Apple desktop background on Macbooks throughout the world. Yosemite needs no introduction.

I grew up in Southern California. The only notion of family vacation that I was aware of involved pulling a Starcraft pop-up trailer to the Eastern Sierra Nevada mountains and trout-fishing for seven days in the summer. The Eastern Sierras are just a stone’s throw from Yosemite – over a seemingly impenetrable fence of peaks. They are the other side of Ansel Adams’ work. The dry, barren, mountain range jutting out of a desert. A closer look at those peaks revealed mighty pines in the high valleys that caught the snowmelt before the leftover water was captured and diverted to Los Angeles. Coming up Highway 395, I knew we were getting close to our destination by the arid, pink, “bottomless” Owens Lake, whose only shimmer was a mirage of heat over the rainbow of minerals left behind. Mt. Whitney stood, unassumingly in its row of fellow 14,000 ft. peaks, unwilling to boast that it is the highest point in the continental United States. For one week every summer, those were my mountains.

At an early age I noticed on a map that Yosemite was not that far away. Not realizing that there was no direct road to get us there, I asked my dad, “Can we go to Yosemite this summer?” I’m sure my dad’s answer was brief (he’s brief when you want information, long-winded when he’s telling a yarn – a trait Monica says I’ve inherited). All I knew was that we didn’t go to Yosemite because of the summer crowds. That answer was good enough for me until just a few years ago, when Monica scored us a tent/cabin-like dwelling in Yosemite Valley in late May. I was almost 40 when I first visited Yosemite, and even with moderate crowds, it was magical.

Summer 2018 would mark our second visit to the park. At the end of our last post you heard about how we made a last minute change to our plans and traded 3 nights in a Half Dome Village tent, for 5 nights dry-camping in Tuolumne Meadow (8 miles away by mountain trail, 50 miles by car). Tuolumne Meadow is on the east-side of the park, higher in elevation, and seldom-visited by the typical visitor approaching from San Francisco/Sacrmento/LA. Tour buses don’t got there. You can’t even get there by car in the winter or much of the spring (the campground had just reopened for the season when we arrived.)

The difference between the crowds in Tuolomne Meadow vs. Yosemite Valley is this:

Left: Photo credit – stolen shamelessly from the Internet. Right: Rob Patzke via Flickr/Compfight

The Tuolumne Meadow campground is spacious, and certainly not all sites felt as secluded as ours, which backed up to a forest hillside. But even the “bad” sites are wonderful. (I’ve explored some campsites in Florida that are so close together they ask you which side your RV slide-out is on so you don’t bang into your neighbor.) The namesake meadow is breathtaking. Over 150 acres of it was originally owned by the Sierra Club and used as a summer getaway. The elevation brought cool nights in the 40s and perfect afternoons.

Admittedly, if your goal is to visit Half Dome and El Capitan, you’ve got a long and winding 90 minute car ride through some amazing mountain landscape to Yosemite Valley. We made the trip twice during our stay and I’ve got some serious advice for you: Don’t go on the weekend in the summer. It’s just not worth it.

Rather than try to paint a picture of our visit, I’ll just show you:

Top row: Our campsite in Tuolumne Meadow Campground backed up to … no one. We followed a trail to Soda Springs where (second row) we scooped up a little of the spring water bubbling out of the mud. It’s carbonated! Tasted like metallic seltzer. The meadow offers a beautiful, flat, grassy valley to explore easily. Best of all, no crowds. 

Did I mention the picturesque river? The kids threw in a line, but the trout didn’t like our Florida lures. Monica took a hike while I settled in with a book. 

This is a good time to mention again the backpack I use. I’m 6’3″ with knees and elbows akimbo (Monica’s frequently used word). My femoral arteries have been accessed through my groin and thighs for vascular surgeries more times than I can count. My right thigh is numb from my knee to my waist. I don’t like sitting on the ground and I can’t sit crosslegged. This discontinued Keen backpack folds out into a back-supporting seat for relaxing on the ground. Sometimes I carry it empty, just for the chair feature. I’m in no way affiliated, nor have I ever communicated with Keen. But I do think they should resurrect this model of backpack. People ask us about it wherever we go.

The camp store in Tuolomne Meadow is a way-station along the Pacific Crest Trail – popular with backpackers who resupply, receive packages, and – charge their phones. Each night, campfire programs told the story of the park. On the second night, three park-ranger troubadours offered a history lesson in Americana folk music dating back to the mid 1800s. I can’t express how special this experience was. The National Park Service maintains the parks and communicates their importance in such a thoughtful, intelligent and caring way. I honestly can’t think of a better way to spend a tax dollar. (OK, maybe universal health care… then parks.)

As I mentioned, Yosemite Valley is only 8 miles away, and a unique view of Half Dome from the opposite side, is just a few miles down the road. But it takes 90 minutes to drive there. The road passes a trail leading to a grove of giant sequoia trees. We made our way down to the Valley mid-week so I could take our girl to an art class, while the other half of the family hiked to a waterfall. 

It’s chilly at night at 8,000 feet, causing Monica to don nearly all of her clothes – including the famous Jolly Green Giant tights I once bought her as pajamas. We returned to the Valley on a Saturday because we had reserved a raft for a leisurely float down the Merced River. The float was relaxing and serene. The Disneyland-like crowds off the river were not. It was the Saturday before July 4, and it was really an awful day to see the park. 

The Merced River is fed mostly by melting snow – so it isn’t exactly warm. But you can’t be dry for your waterfall picture. Monica perpetuated the age-old lie, “It’s great once you get in.”

Another reason to get away from the Valley is Tenaya Lake. Sparkling blue, beneath impressive rocks and a cloudless sky, we had a beach day with a nap followed by fresh-brewed coffee.

On our fifth night in the park, we packed up the gear and slept in the van so we could get a jumpstart on the next leg of our journey. We tried a better configuration in which our feet stretch out beneath the kids’ bed. One-by-one we’d bought sleeping bags over the course of our stay, anticipating more cool nights in the coming weeks. If you’re looking for us, follow the trail of discarded blankets.

If you go: 

  1. I know the attraction of Yosemite is Yosemite Valley. You have to see it. It is more amazing than the pictures. Don’t underestimate the rest of the park, though. Especially if you’re staying a while. It’s just a great place to camp.
  2. Visit Yosemite Valley before California schools are out, or after they are back in session. Otherwise, just don’t bother going on the weekend. Parking is a nightmare, restaurants and shops are jammed and Half Dome village is more like Frontierland.
  3. Our neighbors for the final two nights showed up at 10pm and claimed an empty campsite. They were allowed to stay, and didn’t have to line up for a space in the morning. I’m not saying this is the official process… but it worked.
  4. On our visit a few years ago we stayed in Housekeeping Camp, where the shelters have three concrete walls, and a canvas roof and door. They have bunkbeds and will rent you linens. It was a nice way to “camp” with enough space between other guests. Before we changed our plans this year, we were supposed to stay in a large canvas tent in Half Dome Village (formerly known as Curry Village). I’ve never stayed there, but it looks crowded and cramped – the surrounding areas are busy and they charge $180 per night. It just didn’t seem pleasant. I’m curious to hear from people who’ve stayed overnight there.
  5. Float the Merced River. It’s the most peaceful way to move through the valley. It’s a lazy journey, one to three hours (no guide, no skills necessary) with plenty of places to stop and have a riverside picnic.

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“Don’t make me turn this van around” is written by Jonathan Kile, and approved by Monica Kile. Check out Jon’s periodic column, “So How’s That New Book Coming?” at Creative Loafing – Tampa. His 2014 thriller, The Grandfather Clock, is available free for Kindle on and other eReaders at Smashwords. Reach him at Monica is a freelance grant writer, non-profit consultant, tour guide, and connoisseur of 70s rock lyrics.


10 thoughts on “Serenity in Yosemite

  1. Yosemite never changes always beautiful and the Merced is special. My trip to Yosemite was when I was 22 so it tells how much it maintains its beauty across the years in spite of the Californians in the summer.

    Best wishes.


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