And that's why today was precious...
By the time we reached Yosemite Valley early in the afternoon, the clouds were breaking up, and we were witness to a stunning view of rain-washed cliffs and roaring waterfalls. In many Octobers, the valley is dry and dusty, tired after a summer onslaught of millions of tourists. Above, North Dome and Washington Column are framed by bright blue sky. North Dome is a classic example of exfoliation weathering: as the rock was exposed by erosion, it expanded outward, cracking and forming slabs that ultimately slid off. The effect was to remove corners and edges.
Half Dome spent much of the day with a crown of clouds, but by afternoon it joined the skyline. Half Dome would have been best named Four-Fifths Dome, but I prefer the Native American name: Tis-sa-ack. Like North Dome, Half Dome was never covered by glacial ice, but instead was shaped by exfoliation. A prominent joint on the north face was quarried by glacial ice flowing along the base.
The rain this month was more than normal, and the rivers have started flowing early. Yosemite Falls looked more like early summer than the middle of fall. The falls are a classic example of a glacial hanging valley. Lower Yosemite Falls drop 318 feet almost to the valley floor. They are easily accessible by way of a short trail. Although it is not at all recommended, and people are constantly getting injured, climbing around on the falls is a common occurrence. At least they provide a sense of scale in the photo above.
From the Wawona Tunnel exit, the view is almost always indescribable, and I can never resist taking a bunch of photos. I try to bring out different perspectives, and today Half Dome was obscured by clouds, and shadows accentuated the flatness of the valley floor. I shot a bit to the right, removing El Capitan from the picture as well. Sentinel Rock and the Cathedral Rocks become the dominant cliffs from this perspective.
I had a chance to walk from Yosemite Falls to Happy Isles, a traverse of about 4 miles on the Valley Loop Trail. It was amazingly bereft of people, to the extent that I actually started to worry a little about mountain lions lurking atop the giant boulders that line the trail. The river crossings showed how much water was moving through the valley. Tenaya Creek (above) is usually almost dry.My poor students, forced as they were to attend a required class field trip, dutifully took notes, and pretended to be interested. I think they had some fun while they were learning, though. For myself, I felt privileged to be in such a beautiful and stunning place...









































