June 27, 2013

I sit here unable to hike due to injured extremities. Summer isn’t panning out the way I thought with one hike a week, tackling new trails in Yosemite National Park. Instead, I read other people’s trail journals, browse old photos and reminisce about the unforgettable past.

Little did we know during our first visit in 1996 to Yosemite National Park, how big a role it would play in our future.

As we walked through the valley viewing the spectacular Yosemite Falls for the first time, the thought never crossed our minds that we’d be so blessed to one day live near this gem. As a family, we changed but the falls have stayed the same.

With kids in tow, we hiked up the Mist Trail hoping to view the impressive Vernal Fall. Chris and I didn’t realize then that one day we’d be spending hours hiking throughout Yosemite’s wilderness, communing with nature and enjoying the flora and fauna of God’s country.

Little did we know that we’d become amateur guides to our nation’s crown jewel of parks for family and friends so they, too, could experience its beauty and splendor.

And that Yosemite would be our winter playground.

And our daughter’s first place of employment with the National Park Service.

Oh Yosemite, how dear this place is to me! I hope to be back hiking when these physical ailments are resolved. Until then, I will be content with many precious memories.