Photos of Yosemite just do not do any form of justice to the true magnificence of this natural wonder. Within the park on the valley floor is a small stone building, reminiscent of something one might find in the French countryside. This is the birth place of the Sierra Club…obviously an apt place for such an endeavor.
In my recent ramblings I have told you of the marvels, mystery and beauty of Mt Shasta, Castle Lake, and Castle Crags; of sacred Medicine Lake, the obsidian of Glass Mountain, volcanic Lassen State Park, picturesque winding drives and valley views…..and now I add the power - and I mean power - of Yosemite’s granite peaks and mountains, highlighted by Half Dome and El Capitan.
From the park entrance to the main valley floor and visitors center it is about 25 miles of scenic, winding roads, around each bend a different view and feeling. There are the stark reminders of a vicious forest fire that engulfed many, many acres several years earlier. Once healthy cedar and pine forests were reduced to charred toothpicks, barren landscapes, and one can’t help but feel a sadness of life lost…natural, animal, and human alike.
The first open view of the massive granite walls rising from the Merced Valley floor is breathtaking…not so much in the beauty but because of the sheer size. As the drive continues more is seen and the continual clicking of the camera is only going to provide a very poor memory of the reality of the view.
During my visit to the park a young man asked me about my first impression of Yosemite; he said that he had been coming here with his family since he was 5 years old, and now it was all so familiar that original wonder and amazement was long forgotten. He could see in my eyes the magic of Yosemite shining forth. The only word that really had any meaning was “awe inspiring”….that was the same feeling I had when first seeing Mt Shasta, but Yosemite’s size and breadth just keeps expanding the “awe.”
The place of most intrigue for me was El Capitan…..a 7,000 + foot virtually sheer-faced granite mountain that is associated with the Ascended Master, El Morya. Along this vein, Mt. Shasta is associated with St Germaine and, as crazy as it may sound to some of you, both these Ascended Masters and guides have been so very instrumental in my journeys and revelations over the past months - hindsight is such a great revealer when one is ready!