“In nature, nothing is ever right. Therefore, if everything is going right … something is wrong.”
Spoiler Alert: I didn’t take a lot of pictures.
NATURALLY our strategically planned weekend jaunt to do astrophotography around Yosemite during the new moon…was ruined by storms. The kind of storms where people are like “Oh you shouldn’t go to Yosemite this weekend, it’s going to be gross! But next weekend is going to be great!,” even though you just spent half a day flying across the country and coming back next weekend isn’t a thing you can just do.
NEVERTHELESS it was still an incredibly beautiful (and exhausting¹) weekend. We arrived to the park around midnight. It was pitch black and terrible on my agoraphobia because you literally see nothing. But waking up and seeing the rock formations for the first time in the morning light was the perfect way to experience it.
Even though the storms made for a rotten, wet hike, they also provided some fantastic, moody cloud cover. My astrophotography plans were ultimately ruined, so I used the opportunity to follow in the footsteps of Ansel. But again, I was too busy struggling up the mountains to take a lot of pictures.
¹ JESUS CHRIST, I KNEW MIST TRAIL WAS UPHILL, BUT FUCK MAN.
So what did I learn from Yosemite?
- I’m DEFINITELY going back. And staying for AT LEAST a week. 2 days was not enough.
- Trail mix and beef jerky are not enough for voracious eaters like myself.
- But Sour Patch Kids are strangely re-energizing.
Indiology 