An Early Fall Cleanse in Yosemite
Ending our year of travel with a trip to Yosemite was fitting. In our 3 months of RV travel, we never got the chance to actually camp. That may seem odd, being that we were at RV parks and campgrounds 90% of the time. But there are many restrictions that come with RV parks. No tents, no camp fires and sometimes they were lackluster in natural surroundings, like trees and mountains.
Don't get me wrong, we did stay at some really beautiful campgrounds, that offered a view while supplying us with our staples of electricity, sewer and water. But, there's something about getting down and dirty, sleeping in a tent or bunk, cooking breakfast on a little Bunsen burner stove that's feels so right. We'd just gotten back to "normal life" for the last couple months and we got the itch to get out and explore. It's ironic because our last week on the road was rough. We were tired and ready to get cozy in a real bed, with a real shower and get to steady ground filled with familiar faces. But life's just like that, I guess ... now we wanted to rough it for old time's sake. And Yosemite seemed to be the perfect choice.
To add to the outdoorsy nostalgia of this gorgeous park, we were camping at the end of peak season. Some of the big majestic flowing waterfalls were dry, the river was a mere 2-3 inches of cool water and the leaves started to turn a rusty shade of yellow orange. The campsites, weren't swelling with people and the animals that we did see, seemed to be in an early fall haze as they grazed around nonchalantly for food in the early morning.
The setting was perfect; Shawn and I grinned at each other as we watched Miles, our almost 5-year old boy, wading around in the pool of water that was once a flowing river, catching frogs, and throwing sticks. We stood there proud that we can give him a slice of that good ol' Huck Finn life we all wish our kids to have. Huddled together under the stars in a semi-circle, resting in our folding chairs, we took turns telling spooky stories upon Miles' request and we took it all in. Breathing in that smell of ash and smoke, with cups of cocoa in hand, humbled by those granite peaks above our heads.
The timing was just right for this trip and we were able to meet up for some quality time with some our best buds, who also have two rambunctious little boys. When Miles and his pals James and Henry get together, you may as well put warpaint on their rosy cheeks and call them the lost boys.
We spent one night at their Camp in Half Dome Village feasting on pizza and Half Dome Ale for the parents, circle time and stories at the ampitheater and marshmallows (and more beer) back at our campsite. It was relaxing to have the boys absorb each other's wild energy and sit back and chat with some of our besties. We decided that night to that'd we make this an annual trip - and that every year we'd stop what we were doing pack up our cars and head to the mountains for an early Fall cleanse.
More photos from the trip. See you next year Yosemite!