A Day In Yosemite
Visiting a waterfall, especially on a hot sultry day, can be a favorite way to spend a day. The General public gets in their car, drives for miles, then than gets out and walk the remainder of the way to a waterfall. Civilization has cleared and marked a pathway for others and the many thousands like them, which have also come to enjoy these named landmarks. In Yosemite national forest there are many trails that lead through the woods to waterfalls. The trail that most everybody was traveling was called the Happy Isles Trail. This trail is narrow but well worn. Any shrubbery that would have grown has been trampled down and all that is left is a very narrow path, overhung with branches from the trees that mark its sides. Starting down the trail, the feeling that the trees were closing behind you was very strong. After awhile of following this trail, it came to a sudden stop at the creek's edge. Quietly approaching the water, so as not to disturb any of the wild creatures that have come to enjoy the cool fresh water.Gently crossing over the creek on a nearby walking bridge, there was a magnificent vi
Continuing the perusal up the bank to the dogwood trees. The waterfall!Gazing at it, there was a feeling of coolness and the power of the water as it rushes over the rocks and into the pool ten feet below. ew of the creek and the beauty it possessed. Rising slowly, it was obvious that it was time to start heading back the car. Sitting down on the railing of the bridge, as to gulp in the beauty as a starving man would gulp down food. From here it was easy to hear the rush of the water even though the falls weren't in sight. Two ducks are using it for a resting perch. They stood tall and majestic as if they are soldiers standing guard. Lying back on the railing it was apparent that the trees had opened their leaves to allow a brilliant view of the sky. With my eyes closed the sound of waterfall lured me into that nowhere land that makes me feel as if totally alone, the lone survivor on this planet. At this point, I was as still as a tree, hoping that she will stay just a bit longer. It seems as if only seconds had passed but it was apparent that it must have been because the warmth of the sun was no longer there. Slowly it comes into focus, the thing that has drawn me here that day. It still lies partially upon its stump so that it looks like the shape of an "L". She flicked her ears and raised her nose to the air as if to catch a scent.
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