I was so excited doing this post and share all the fantastic pictures (which are honestly not even able to catch a glimpse of the beauty you´re going to see visiting the Yosemite National Park!) But if I´m looking back I have to admit that I was pretty dissappointed in the first couple hours. I do have a very simple solution for that: My expections were up to the ceiling whenever I just thought about Yosemite or looked at pictures. I started talking to people a couple days before and the reaction were all similar in one point: everyone was stunned. One guy even told me he found God in a hidden place and was driving every single weekend up to the park to feel the connection. I for my part was hoping to see something different and unexpected, and how life is, don´t search and press things you would like, let things happen and try to be as open-minded and unprejudiced as possible, even if it´s in a positive way.
Yosemite showed me that beauty can be the emotion you feel being at a place. Maybe not even a exceedingly stunning one, but one you´re touched and you feel comfortable and home. And I found my Yosemite while I was hiking at places you couldn´t hear the full streets and thousands of people. Not being at the view points with huge tourists busses or in Yosemite City that reminded me of a huge summer camp. Yosemite had to dissappoint me first to lift the feeling up to something even more special: Feeling home in a place so far away from home.
„Mariposa Grove“, I was beyond intrigued by these huge beauties. Can you even see me in front of the Dead Giant? Some of the trees there have been growing for more than