Skiing in Yellowstone National Park has always been on the Bucket List. But that is big trip. There’s no excuse why I couldn’t go to Yosemite. I threw the cross country skis and snow shoes in the car and enough equipment to hedge my bets and went to work. I had no real plan. And, the little that I had almost fell apart. But I made it to El Portal at 8 am. I had no intention of going to the Yosemite Valley but the deli was closed in El Portal and I needed food and water. Although unintended, it was fortuitous. I got there just as the sun was hitting the Yosemite Valley. I spent a lot more time there than I intended but it was an opportunity to photograph the valley that I could not pass up.
Finally, at noon, I made it up to Badger Pass ski area. Whatever I thought I had about getting back to nature should have been taken in context of Yosemite scale. Back to nature with a 1000 of your closest friends. It wasn’t bad but I was caught off guard. I realized that I should not have been because they all had the same intentions as me. When I reached Dewey Point, I saw why everyone was there. I had never seen Yosemite Valley from above and to see El Capitan dwarfed and Half Dome almost indistinguishable was awe inspiring. It was a successful day: I stayed upright on my skis as much as possible, I got a workout in, I finally relaxed a bit, and I experienced something that I had never seen before. It was a good day.