21/10/2026
There are not many times in my life that I have been more disappointed than I was the first time I set foot in Yosemite. Growing up on the East Coast, it was a symbol in my mind of everything wild and beautiful in the West. When I actually arrived, though, the valley overflowing with cars, tourists, and gift shops felt more like an amusement park than a wilderness.
Hiking a few miles up a trail that day, I did find some stillness and solitude where I was able to enjoy the grandeur of the valley, but only for a few minutes before I had to pile into the car and take off again. Since then, I have wanted to go back and explore a bit further.
It was 15 years or so between visits, but this time was much better. Four days of camping far enough into the backcountry that I saw more wild creatures than humans for most of the time — plus a trip to the top of Half Dome. Rather than scratching an itch, however, the trip only deepened my desire to disappear into those mountains. Hopefully this time it doesn't take so long for me to return.