07-23-2021, 11:51 PM
Yes, that just about covers it.
I've heard that bears can break bear cans if they can drop them on rocks. They just can't open them the conventional way because their claws are too clumsy to handle a dime. It's a far cry better than tying them up in trees. That never worked.
The bear cub was cool. So cute. And it definitely checked us out for a moment.
The mushroom was cool too. I wish we had put something next to it for scale. It was the biggest one I've ever seen. Should've taken a selfie with it. It was beautiful.
Watching the lake and the dragonflies from that sitting log was wonderful. That site was perfect. There was also a nice rock for me to lay across that reminded me of our backbending whale at home. It was such a relief to lie over it. The shape fit my back well.
The quake was intense. That sound. There's nothing like the sound of a quake. I think the granite and the lake amplified that somehow. As a devout base worshipper, that sound was divine and terrifying. And among those falling pine cones, I also thought I heard some granite crashes in the distance. It was so surreal.
The stag was magical, like a mythic mystic beast coming to commune with the younglings. They stared at each other from about a yard away for almost five minutes. It was so intense - like the communion of sacra. Such a beautiful creature, so majestic, so powerful.
As twilight fell, there were also some bats. We could hear the younglings chatting, clearly still buzzing from the extraordinary evening. Yosemite truly revealed herself to us all that evening in so many unexpected ways. I called their attention to the bats. Alex replied "Enough excitement for the night!" which sent everyone into peals of laughter. I still giggle a bit when I recall that moment.
This was a truly special night.
I've heard that bears can break bear cans if they can drop them on rocks. They just can't open them the conventional way because their claws are too clumsy to handle a dime. It's a far cry better than tying them up in trees. That never worked.
The bear cub was cool. So cute. And it definitely checked us out for a moment.
The mushroom was cool too. I wish we had put something next to it for scale. It was the biggest one I've ever seen. Should've taken a selfie with it. It was beautiful.
Watching the lake and the dragonflies from that sitting log was wonderful. That site was perfect. There was also a nice rock for me to lay across that reminded me of our backbending whale at home. It was such a relief to lie over it. The shape fit my back well.
The quake was intense. That sound. There's nothing like the sound of a quake. I think the granite and the lake amplified that somehow. As a devout base worshipper, that sound was divine and terrifying. And among those falling pine cones, I also thought I heard some granite crashes in the distance. It was so surreal.
The stag was magical, like a mythic mystic beast coming to commune with the younglings. They stared at each other from about a yard away for almost five minutes. It was so intense - like the communion of sacra. Such a beautiful creature, so majestic, so powerful.
As twilight fell, there were also some bats. We could hear the younglings chatting, clearly still buzzing from the extraordinary evening. Yosemite truly revealed herself to us all that evening in so many unexpected ways. I called their attention to the bats. Alex replied "Enough excitement for the night!" which sent everyone into peals of laughter. I still giggle a bit when I recall that moment.
This was a truly special night.
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