Let me say this: If, during your time on earth you at some point have the ways and means to go and visit Yosemite National Park and Sierra Nevada and you don’t go…then i’m afraid that is part of your life you can consider wasted. It is without a doubt, the most spectacular place i’ve ever been. Go. Seriously.
The approach to Yosemite takes you through what seems like an endless expanse of untouched forest. Then when you’re least expecting it the ground drops away in front of you to form a huge valley far bellow whilst the hills around you rise up to become towering granite cliff faces and dome-shaped mountains. It is a genuinely breath-taking sight to behold. Up until that point I had always thought that the Lake District, Dartmoor, even the Forest of Dean were doing a pretty good job of being areas of outstanding natural beauty but now i’m thinking that they need to up their game. Perhaps a volcano or barrier reef wouldn’t go amis. Yosemite is in a different league entirely.
After getting our breath back we stopped off to have it taken away again. Yosemite is home to the world’s largest living organism, the blue whale.
Spot the mistake? Correct. The world’s largest living organism is in fact the Gian Sequoia Tree, not the blue whale.
Despite our best efforts we were unable to spot any blue whales amongst the trees that day. I do believe that they were hibernating at the time. Thankfully Yosemite does feature a fair few Giant Sequoia trees, and unlike blue whales, these are relatively easy spot and fairly slow-moving creatures.
The Sequoia are actually quite rare and only grow in a few groves around the park and the surrounding Sierra Nevada area. The trees themselves are actually flame resistant. In fact in order to release any seeds, the cones need to be warmed by fire first. It’s all very Lord of The Rings. To help them out the park rangers have in the past set fire to the groves in order to aid cultivation. The best way that I can think of to describe these wonders of nature is to say that they are really, really big trees. Both in height and diameter. One of the tree stumps in the grove was so big that it had an archway carved into it that you was wide enough to drive a car though. The pinecones these things come from however, are nothing remarkable. They’re about the size of a golf ball, kind of like the pine cones we get back in the UK. Actually this does seem even more remarkable when you think about what it eventually turns into.
Yosemite is also home to a whole bunch of bears. As a result we get given the ‘bear talk’ by tour leader Mex, before we go off wandering into the woods on our own.
Basically bears are addicted to anything with a man-made scent. Once they taste a Snickers or Hot Dog, it’s difficult for them to go back to nuts, berries and the odd fish. Fair enough I suppose. Human food obviously has a distinctive scent to it and this does attract any bears in the local area. All the campgrounds therefore feature bear proof boxes in which you must store all your food and drinks in. Any food left in your tent is likely to result in you getting a midnight visit from Yogi and Boo Boo. Cars are not bear proof boxes. A bear will probably be unable to open your car door in order to retrieve the Snickers on the dashboard (bears love Snickers) so must instead resort to tearing the roof of the car off. It all achieves the same result.
Food is not the only thing that carries with it a delicious scent. All of your toiletries will smell mighty appetising to a bear as well and so you are advised to store these in the bear boxes also. If you’ve just had a shower or put on some face cream or deodorant before bed: sweet dreams.
Obviously you also have to be a bit unlucky to get a bear visit, but they are definitely out there. We did get a glimpse of one on the drive through the park and if you do wake up in the middle of the night (not hard when your tent is assembled over a mattress of rocks and pinecones) you will most likely hear various snuffling and grunting sounds outside, or the sounds of things being ripped apart elsewhere on the site. There was an annoying group of school kids camped near us during our stay. Their teacher liked to wake them, and the rest of the campsite at 6:30am by screaming at them at the top of her voice. I think we were all half tempted to accidentally leave a few Snickers bars all over their camping area and in their sleeping bags.
If you have an encounter with an angry bear when you’re out and about then you apparently just have to curl up in the fetal position and let it kick the crap out of you for a bit until it gets bored and goes away. It doesn’t want to eat you unless you’re peanuts and caramel coated in chocolate. Mountain Lions on the other hand, according to Mex, do want to eat you and so with those little fellas you do need to do your best at fighting back before it rips your face off.
N.B. The above bear advice only ‘works’ for black bears and brown bears. If you’re elsewhere in North America and are unfortunate enough to come across a Grizzly, then I think all you need to do is ensure you’ve written your last will and testament. The bear will do the rest.
Next day on our Trek America tour was hiking day. Being as hard as nails as I am I opted for the strenuous 15 mile hike around the valley and up to a place called Glacier Point. (Google image search ‘Glacier Point’). I wasn’t alone in my trek. Five others from the group were also hard as nails: The Danes, Jacob and Gowtham; two delightful Australians, Elicia and Katherine and the lone Frenchman, Vincent. Together we all set off on our quest to drop the ring into the fires of Mount Doom, and then go on to Glacier Point, hopefully being back at camp by 6pm in time for pizza.
It was an arduous and exhausting trek. Three weeks later and my knees still haven’t quite forgotten what I put them through. The descent from Glacier point was horrific and never-ending. Also our route was actually 16 miles. This was due to what some would consider a wrong turn immediately after setting off from camp. Should’ve gone left, went half a mile right instead, had to turn around and come back. Easily done.
The rest of the hike though, was completely worth it. I am unsure what superlatives I can use to describe the views from the top or the waterfalls that we crossed over. I would go so far as to say that they were ‘really nice’ views. Once I reach a country where the internet isn’t powered by carrier pigeons I shall upload the ten thousand photos I took and you can all see what i’m going on about. Glacier point, was actually right above our campsite, but looking down on it, it could just have easily been a colony of insects, we were that high up.
Later that evening and we make it to the pizza place, completely drained, but glowing I think, with a sense of achievement and five friendships fairly cemented. We recuperated on slices of pizza and discussed hikes with the rest of the group.
Along comes Rum, camera in hand looking as calm and content as ever.
“Evening Rum. What did you get up to today?”
“Ohh, umm, I just did the Glacier Point Walk, up to the top you know, tried to find you but you were far ahead. Got to the top and came back down, saw a bear, took some pictures, you wanna see?”
Ridiculous.