It’s that time of year again — time for our annual Yosemite camping trip. This trip has been going on since I was 10 years old, and even though the weather forecast is for rain and (maybe) snow, I’m looking forward to reuniting with my childhood neighbors and all of our families. I’ve been cooking like crazy — banana bread, chocolate chip cookies, and peanut butter cups — while Thoughtful Husband has been trying to figure out how to fit a wife, two kids, bicycles, and a lot of camping equipment in one car. We are trying to be prepared for sun or storm.
Rain. Snow. Bears. Sons who tell me they want to free climb and base jump. Why do I do this trip every year? (Don’t worry. No one in this household will be free climbing or base jumping. Might we see snow or bears at our campsite? Those two options are entirely possible. )
Tradition. Friendship. Fun. In a setting whose beauty exceeds just about every place else. This quote from John Muir sums it up nicely.
“I must return to the mountains—to Yosemite. I am told that the winter storms there will not be easily borne, but I am bewitched, enchanted, and tomorrow I must start for the great temple to listen to the winter songs and sermons preached and sung only there.” — John Muir in a Letter to Mrs. Ezra Carr (November 15, 1869)
Special thanks to the teachers, who have twice been asked this year to understand that some lessons are learned outside of the classroom!