The Gift of Wild Places
Giddy. Sitting in the parking lot of the Merced Amtrak Station waiting for my friend Greg’s train to arrive from San Francisco, it felt like Christmas morning. Glee. As if it were my first time. In anticipation of this trip I watched, yet another, documentary of Yosemite. The first love of my youth. My second home. I’ve gravitated toward its iconic majesty again and again since our introduction as a young girl. At first glance I thought the attraction was just on the surface; the pull of natural beauty, the smell of fresh alpine air or the incessant sound of rippling water. But as the years rolled on and I played, then hiked, then ran over granite slab after granite [...]
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Category: Adventure/Reflection
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