July 24, 2014
Upper Cathedral Lake, Yosemite National Park
Total distance walked: 7 miles

Cathedral Lakes has always been a treasure for me in Yosemite National Park, and today’s hike reaffirmed that feeling. There’s just something timeless and enchanting about that place.

Unlike some of the quieter trails I’ve hiked recently, the trail to Cathedral Lakes was bustling with activity. It’s the gateway to both upper and lower Cathedral Lakes, the path to the Sunrise High Sierra Camp, and the end of section one of the John Muir Trail. Throughout the day, I encountered over one hundred fellow hikers.

At 8,500 feet, the morning was cold, but the steep climb through the sandy forest soon warmed me up. The trail wound uphill through the trees, gaining 1,100 feet in elevation.

The trail was dry and dusty, with only a small trickle of water that was easy to cross. Thankfully, the usual onslaught of mosquitoes was nowhere to be found. I remembered swatting away hundreds of them while hiking here three years ago.

The trail was strewn with rocks of all shapes and sizes. I navigated carefully over twisted tree roots and the manure left by pack trains. Throughout the day, two pack trains passed by, kicking up dust as they went.

As I made my way uphill, groups of backpackers descended past me. Two elderly gentlemen from New York paused for a chat. They were brothers, embarking on their final grand adventure together by hiking the John Muir Trail. “What else is there to do in life but hike?” they mused. I couldn’t agree more.

After ascending hills scattered with rocks and roots, I finally arrived at Cathedral Meadow by the lake.

I followed the narrow dirt path, making my way down to the water.

Steep granite walls encircled the lake, offering a stunning backdrop. There was so much beauty to absorb as I took in the view. Surprisingly, despite the number of hikers, not a single person had chosen to stop at Upper Cathedral Lake while I was there.

With lake behind me, I stood gazing at the majestic Cathedral Peak.

Scattered stubby trees dotted the meadow, while black birds darted about, snatching insects from the fresh green grass. A slender path wound around the lake, weaving its way through the meadow.

The area was scattered with glacial erratic, adding to the unique landscape. On my way back, I chose my own route, traversing slabs of colorful granite before eventually rejoining the main trail.

I understand there are countless activities in life, but hiking remains one of my top favorites. I’ve been blessed to experience incredible views and find tranquil spots in the wilderness time and time again.

Each trek offers a new adventure and a chance to reconnect with nature. I can’t wait for the next one.