I'm back from Yosemite. That place does wonders for the soul - crowds or no crowds. Our group camped at a place about 5 minutes from the park entrance and nobody else wanted to check out things on the valley floor 'cept my cousin and me. Being the shutterbug she is, B packed up all her gear and off we went for a day trip. As soon as we dropped into the valley and Half Dome revealed itself...I was in just as much awe as the first time I saw it. I was 25 the first time I went to Yosemite and I wondered then..."what took me so long to visit this place...and what else is out there that I haven't given much thought to checking out?". B is a seasoned visitor to the park but hasn't shot film there in autumn - so we made a plan to return in October to hike Half Dome and play with cameras.
While on the trip we also visited Rainbow Pool for an afternoon. The water was freezing ass cold but if you sat in the sun long enough, it didn't seem as intimidating to go for a dip. Nearby, a couple of guys in wetsuits were jumping off the rocks about 50 feet above. I looked at Pat and said "you, me...let's go jump!" Pat nooded but I was the only one headed for the stream that led up to the main boulder. Getting to the top required some rock climbing but I was determined to make it up. Once there (and true to 'cita form) I threw one leg over the edge and began to pull up but I stumbled and landed on my palms...skidding toward the edge. Now...all I could think was "SHIT, this is NOT how I want to make my exit off of this damn rock". I eventually stopped skidding on my palms, rubbed my twisted ankle and sat there to get my bearings. One good part about that digger episode was that no one saw...I was out of view from the onlookers below. So I got up, walked to the edge and dove in. My cousin later told me that she was expecting a cannonball or something, not a dive. But I figured that I cannonball, or any other type of flailing around would just hurt. As it happened...my sandals popped off my feet upon impact and my bikini top didn't stand up to "sport bra" support as I was barefoot and bouncy when I swam back to shore, sandals in hand, two tucks and Gary helped me out of the water where a beer was waiting for me. B only captured the splash on film...typical. Kind of like that scene in 'Sixteen Candles" where John Cusack takes a poloroid of Anthony Michael Hall and Babe...and only captures half of AMH's face and bracey smile. And that my friends, is my tale of Rainbow Pool.
While on the trip we also visited Rainbow Pool for an afternoon. The water was freezing ass cold but if you sat in the sun long enough, it didn't seem as intimidating to go for a dip. Nearby, a couple of guys in wetsuits were jumping off the rocks about 50 feet above. I looked at Pat and said "you, me...let's go jump!" Pat nooded but I was the only one headed for the stream that led up to the main boulder. Getting to the top required some rock climbing but I was determined to make it up. Once there (and true to 'cita form) I threw one leg over the edge and began to pull up but I stumbled and landed on my palms...skidding toward the edge. Now...all I could think was "SHIT, this is NOT how I want to make my exit off of this damn rock". I eventually stopped skidding on my palms, rubbed my twisted ankle and sat there to get my bearings. One good part about that digger episode was that no one saw...I was out of view from the onlookers below. So I got up, walked to the edge and dove in. My cousin later told me that she was expecting a cannonball or something, not a dive. But I figured that I cannonball, or any other type of flailing around would just hurt. As it happened...my sandals popped off my feet upon impact and my bikini top didn't stand up to "sport bra" support as I was barefoot and bouncy when I swam back to shore, sandals in hand, two tucks and Gary helped me out of the water where a beer was waiting for me. B only captured the splash on film...typical. Kind of like that scene in 'Sixteen Candles" where John Cusack takes a poloroid of Anthony Michael Hall and Babe...and only captures half of AMH's face and bracey smile. And that my friends, is my tale of Rainbow Pool.
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