Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Big water

Originally constructed in the 1870s as a for-profit toll trail, the Upper Yosemite Falls Trail is a relentless leg-burner for an old dude like me. Aidan kept a stiff upper lip, but I could tell he was flagging as well by the halfway point. In late March the valley rim was still covered in deep snow, and slipping and sliding down to the cliff's edge was anxiety-inducing, despite the assurance of a minimalist railing between you and a 1400-foot quick way down. Needless to say, it is a wonderful thing.

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