In February, we took our first family trip of the year (a one night getaway!) and I wanted to remember a few moments here.
I’m not sure how many times we cancelled and rebooked our trip to Yosemite, but when it finally appeared safe to go, we were READY. We borrowed a snowsuit from Isla (thank you!), a snow sturdy car from Silvia (thank you!), and after a night in Stockton, we woke up Saturday morning ready for snow.
As much as I think Diego is happy to play at home with us, he was THRILLED with the change of scenery. And, of course he was! It was spectacular! The majesty of Yosemite, and then, blankets of soft, lovely snow. We played in this snow meadow for a long, long time.
We felt perfectly safe and socially distanced outside-even in some of the busier spots, like Lower Yosemite Falls-but our brief bubble escape reminded me that people have wildly different interpretations of COVID distancing. The food venues were packed, and as it was freezing, we couldn’t picnic, like we did over the summer. We picnicked in our room, and Diego discovered the joy of a hotel room happy hour (we brought olives, bread and cheese) and we made a mental note to always bring our own food to the Yosemite Lodge (Aramark’s stewardship of the property is terrible). We certainly were not there for the food and accommodations-but to be reminded of nature’s incredible beauty. After several months of serious cabin fever and COVID fatigue, Yosemite was a very needed reset to see something bigger than us, and our temporary frustrations. I love visiting the park in the summer, but there is something about the quiet of the snow and the winter light that is pure magic. We still have to check it out in the spring and fall-love seeing how it surprises with the different seasons.