Yosemite’s incredible mountain architecture inspired the modern conservation movement. At a time when America’s national parks are under threat, a visit to the valley proves an emotional experience for Daniel Neilson
THE GEARS AUTOMATICALLY shited up as I sped along California Interstate Highway 140. I carefully swerved around the few trucks that were still trucking as the sun began to rise. On the radio – 96.9 he Eagle – the show was ‘Acoustic Tornado presented by Bob Weirmayer’.
The singalong playlist perennials of he Doors, Rolling Stones, AC/DC and Tom Petty were turned down on this Sunday morning in favour of acoustic ballads. “On this Earth Day special,” Bob was saying gently and deeply, “It’s perhaps apt that we close the show with he Last Resort by he Eagles. It’s a song that warned of looking ater our environment long before it was recognised, before it became something we need now.”
“Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught ’em/Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought ’em / And they called it paradise, the place to be/ hey watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea.”
I turned onto Highway 99, as straight as the early road builders could muster through their theodolites. A heat haze blurred the road ahead. But all along this 80-mile route, the foothills of the Sierra Nevada shited into focus, and above them, the snow-capped mountains of my destination: Yosemite National Park. Into Mariposa, a town that celebrates its 150-year-old Catholic church and where Marshall Long – a man whose local roots run deep – had just been re-elected as District 3 Supervisor. he town’s mining museum has the ‘largest nugget of gold found in the Gold Rush’; the 1854 courthouse, the irst in California, is still in use (although the prison is not); and the Pony Espresso is the best place to get cofee for 40 miles.
I turned let at the town’s only crossroads and continued driving, higher and higher. he scrubby foothills began to rise around me, greener and pine-covered. Occasional lashes of silver granite dazzled me in the early evening sun, and I was relieved to arrive at the Yosemite Bug hostel, and ‘the best meals in the valley’. I nodded my agreement as I ate my lat-iron steak in the restaurant and leafed through the Bug’s entertainingly idiosyncratic guide to the area:
“Here’s what you need to know to be smarter than the average bear feeder.” Yosemite Valley is where the famous names such as El Capitan, Half Dome and Yosemite Falls put on their show.
“Locals call it Disneyland, but one look at this natural cathedral of towering clifs and thundering waterfalls and you’ll be ready to forgive the tour buses and traic lines.” Challenging times Right now the USA’s National Parks are under incredible pressures. he big hitters like Yosemite and Yellowstone, Great Smoky Mountains and Grand Canyon welcome millions of visitors every year.
At Yosemite Valley in the high season, it can take hours to get into the Park, let alone ind a parking space (although, as I later learned, it’s easy to ind quiet in along the backpacking routes that wind through Yosemite’s 1,189 square miles). But the biggest immediate threat is the country’s current administration. Over the next few days, I spoke to rangers and representatives, business owners and visitors. Most were reluctant to give their views to a journalist on the record, but all expressed their fears for National Parks countrywide.
Despite cuts in the National Park Service budget, Yosemite is unlikely to sufer greatly; it’s too famous. By contrast, few outside the States had heard of Utah’s Bear Ears National Monument until campaigners, buoyed by outdoor brands such as Patagonia, he North Face and REI, spearheaded international condemnation of the planned reduction in the size of the protected area. It didn’t work: last year it was reduced by 85% to eliminate “harmful and unnecessary restrictions on hunting, ranching, and responsible economic development”, according to President Trump. Writing in he Great Outdoors (June 2018), Ian R. Mitchell concluded: “Whether we like it or not, in the USA and elsewhere, our wild outdoor places are becoming increasingly politicised, and we should be willing and prepared to give all support in publicity and other forms of action to lovers of the outdoors who have the misfortune to be residents of Trumpland.”
Ater breakfast of blueberry pancakes, iced water and cofee, I made the short drive to the park. It should take half an hour, but I stopped frequently to stare at the River Merced, which lows directly out of Yosemite Valley. I’ve never seen a river travel with such force and violence. It was Spring, and while the upper reaches of the High Sierra were still covered in snow, the meltwater was ferocious. It was for this reason that I would hike alongside the rivers and waterfalls. Yosemite was also relatively quiet. here were plenty of visitors, but numbers are far from overwhelming at this time of year.
Gradually the granite walls began to grow out of the pine-packed mountains, the early morning sunlight casting a yellow glow. Higher and higher they rose, their sheer light-grey faces streaked with water falling hundreds of feet to the valley loor.
El Capitan appeared, then Half Dome, and I stopped and got out. Even writing this now, I can feel the emotion rising through me. At the time I welled up, and a tear ran down my face; I was overcome by the vastness, the beauty, the timeless steadfastness of the rock and the delicate fragility of its lora.
John Muir’s California
In the visitor centre at Yosemite is a bronze statue of one of the heroes of the US National Parks: naturalist, writer and wild land advocate John Muir. He was born in Dunbar, Scotland in 1838 and died 76 years later in Los Angeles. In those rich years, Muir inluenced some of the greatest decisions aimed at conserving the most beautiful areas of the United States. In time, other countries including the UK followed suit.
Muir had emigrated from Scotland to Wisconsin as a child in 1849. When he was 28, and working at a in Indianapolis, he sufered an accident that nearly blinded him. Ater six weeks in darkness recovering his sight, he decided that his future lay in nature. He walked 1,000 miles from Kentucky to Florida, inding the “wildest, leaiest, and least trodden way I could” and later settled in San Francisco.
It was from this city that John Muir took his irst excursion to Yosemite. Like me, he was overwhelmed by the landscape, “scrambling down clif faces to get a closer look at the waterfalls, whooping and howling at the vistas, jumping tirelessly from lower to lower.” Settling in the area, he got work as a shepherd and eventually built a small cabin here, and spent his days heading deeper and deeper into the High Sierra, recording what he saw, philosophising and theorising.
He also began to write for newspapers, advocating the preservation of America’s wild land.
Although he went on to live and travel elsewhere, Yosemite always occupied a place deep in Muir’s heart, and he campaigned passionately for its protection. In 1890 his dream moved towards reality with the creation of Yosemite National Park to protect the huge meadows around the Valley. But the most famous moment came in 1903 when Muir took President heodore Roosevelt on an overnight camping trip in the Valley. Ater talking long into the night, the pair slept out at Glacier Point. Roosevelt famously remarked: “Lying out at night under those giant Sequoias was like lying in a temple grander than any human architect could by any possibility build.” he Yosemite Valley was later incorporated into the National Park.
Muir’s views were not without controversy, particularly when it came to indigenous populations. Although he appreciated how closely native people lived with nature and expressed sympathy for the crop-growing Ahwahneechee who had been driven from Yosemite onto reservations, Muir nevertheless argued that all human residents – natives and white settlers alike – should be removed from the National Park to prevent environmental damage, especially from sheep and logging. (His views later changed ater visiting Alaska and seeing how the native Americans could live and work harmoniously with nature.)
Still today, people debate what makes a National Park. Is it ‘wild’ and ‘unspoilt’ that should be maintained, at the expense of people living there? What is a ‘wilderness’? How should it be managed?
“In every country the mountains are fountains, not only of rivers but of men. Therefore we all are born mountaineers, the ofspring of rock and sunshine.” John Muir, Summering in the Sierra
From the Yosemite visitor centre, with its museums and shops, oices and campgrounds, I walked to Camp 4, the famous location of the big wall climbing antics in the 1970s and 1980s, to climb to the top of Yosemite Falls.
This is one of the oldest historic trails in the park, dating back to the 1870s, and one no doubt John Muir would have been familiar with. Visitors had already thinned out, and in the strong spring sun I found myself walking largely alone. Hot switchback ater switchback climbed 300m over a mile to Columbia Rock at 1,500m. Here, a few more walkers braving the heat stood at one of Yosemite Valley’s inest viewpoints.
Ahead, Half Dome and Sentinel Rock framed the valley below. he light grey, silvery rock contrasted with the deep green trees: California black oak, ponderosa pine, incense cedar and white ir. It was views like this, photographed by Carleton Watkins in 1861, that inspired the House of Representatives, none of whom had been to Yosemite Valley, to set aside a ‘wild land’ ‘for everyone, and for all time’.
The legislation was signed by President Abraham Lincoln in 1864, in the middle of the Civil War. It was the irst time in human history that land had been designated in this way, for preservation and recreation, and set in motion the journey towards National Park status aided by John Muir. he trail curved around the steep mountain, a vertical clif of granite rising above me. he sun was mercifully blocked, and a ine mist cooled me from the raging Upper Yosemite Falls, North America’s highest waterfall. he lora changed subtly too, the trees bigger, the leaves larger.
Higher and higher, switchback ater switchback I climbed. he trail eventually lattened of along a smooth granite path and twisted back towards the creek above the falls. John Muir wrote: “he rivers low not past, but through us. hrilling, tingling, vibrating every iber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing.”
I sat awhile at the top, eating my sandwich and not knowing which way to look, what to think. he force of the water below me was too vast to comprehend.
My head was swirling with the views. I snapped away with my camera, knowing that I could never relive this moment, high above the waterfalls, looking out over a view that had inspired such an important part of modern conservation. John Muir had years to digest this experience, the valley, the life among it. It never stopped stirring the man. He recognised it was bigger than him. I turned around and walked down the way I came, the sun already dipping behind the steepsided valley.
I spent the next few days in a continuing state of awe and dizzying incomprehension. Like the Grand Canyon, and like the Giant Sequoia that grow here in the High Sierra, it can be hard to take in.
Nicknamed simply ‘Big Tree’ by John Muir, the Giant Sequoia or Sierra Redwood appears nowhere else in the world – only in California’s Sierra Nevada, in 68 scattered groves. Outside the Yosemite Museum is a section of a tree that fell in Mariposa Grove in 1919. It measures almost ten feet across.
Someone had thoughtfully placed signs along the rings of the trunk, marking a timeline of historical events. On the outermost rings of the tree are engraved metal signs: ‘1890 Yosemite National Park’, ‘1864 Lincoln Signed Yosemite Grant’, ‘1860 Civil War’. About halfway to the centre, it read: ‘1492 Landing of Columbus’.
Towards the centre: ‘1066 Battle of Hastings’ and somewhere near the middle, when the Big Tree was a mere sapling: ‘AD 923’.
That’s a life of over a thousand years. he challenge we now face is how to protect Yosemite and its like for the next thousand years.
WALKING IN YOSEMITE
When to go: Summer and autumn are the best options for backpacking. Winter snows can lie until June.
Trails: Ask a ranger for the quietest and best options for day trails. Yosemite Valley is unmissable, but you’ll ind more solitude elsewhere in the park.
Permits: These are required for overnight stays in the Yosemite Wilderness (one per trip). They are free, but limited in number. It is worth reserving them ($5 per reservation plus $5 per person) although there are always irst come, irst served permits, if you can be lexible in trail choice. Reservations are essential for accommodation in the Yosemite Valley. See nps.gov/yose/index. htm for full information.
Safety: Federal regulations require the proper use of bear-resistant food containers. education
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