In Search of Lost Time In the Year 2012
Since my next chronological post would be the onset of COVID, I've decided to do a little historical posting first. Call it unscheduled memories, or perhaps involuntary ones (though without the need of a madeleine cookie). In the spirit of being not quite ready to re-live the onset of the pandemic and global shutdown, let's recall a simpler time. Here's the year 2012, in a time when we found ourselves travelling to California more than once a year. 2012 was the year Tilia turned four, and the two halves of this largish album of photos are on either side of that dividing line.
The first half was a visit in April of that year. I had wanted to go back to Yosemite and had been talking about it for a long time, and for this trip we scheduled a few days to go. The western Sierra foothills are an interesting place to drive through. The Sierra Nevadas are much taller than the mountain ranges I grew up around in the Puget Sound region, and their western approaches are are very gradual and deep. While driving you go ever upwards, but you drive through many biomes. From grassy rolling hills to ridged river forests, bands of high desert, and tundra-like hill lands still further above. The Yosemite Valley is at 4,000 feet, but the elevation rises to over 13,000 feet at its highest point, Mount Lyell. (The Tioga Pass, which via Highway 120 leads from Yosemite to Lee Vining on the other side of the Sierras, is just short of 10,000 feet, more than three times the height of 3,000 foot Snoqualmie Pass where Interstate 90 snakes towards Seattle, a reference for those familiar with the region).
Needless to say I was excited to go on this journey, but luck, being what it is, got the better of me (or worse of me, I can't determine which). We arrived at Yosemite in the evening, and right then I started feeling sick. I was able to enjoy an the good part of a day ambling around the park, but after that I was too sick to leave the motel room, and ultimately we left early to more or less trudge back down the mountain roads to Sutter Creek.
The second half was a Christmas trip to stay with the grandparents in Amador County, following a three day stay in San Francisco. Thankfully luck was better this time, and my usual health held up. After such a good travel experience, there's nothing left to say; it's all but the photos!
ouroboros on 1/6/2024 11:45:42 PM