July 14, 2013
Total distance: 4 miles
It was a cool Sunday morning in Yosemite National Park. The sun shone brightly as I followed the dirt path downhill away from the noisy road.
The forest was alive with sound: dead trees creaked when the warm breeze blew; birds busy with morning chores chirped loudly; squirrels chattered and bothersome mosquitoes buzzed about. The cacophony of air traffic high in the sky was an unwelcome interruption to nature’s music.
I came upon a cabin tucked between the trees near a tributary of Bridalveil Creek. Back in 1895, Jack McGurk—for whom the meadow was named—owned the area for a couple of years. His one room log cabin still sits as a relic from the past.
The trail leveled off and led through the meadow filled with colorful wildflowers, my reason for being there. Like a butterfly, I mosied from flower to flower examining each unique beauty.
Many of the common Yosemite flowers grew prolifically throughout the meadow: yarrow, lupine and daisies .
I saw two species of paintbrush, several flowers in the lily family and two types of larkspur.
Brightening the trail were columbine, geranium, sneezeweed and many others that made my heart sing with joy at the sight of them.
It was a fun morning spent wildflower hunting through the colorful McGurk Meadow.