Sunday night the dark clouds rolled in and made for some dramatic skies.
Monday morning I opened the drapes and voila… SNOW. Well, not exactly.
During the night we thought we heard heavy rain beating down. Turned out it was hail.
Walking over to breakfast it was a tad slippery!
But it was great to see white stuff on the mountains.
And eventually snow began to fall. This is what I’d been waiting for.
I was actually glad Mother Nature had waited until the last day to present us with snow. I don’t think I would have enjoyed hiking in the snow. I’ve hiked in the snow many times in the past (although not at Yosemite) and now I’m more concerned about slipping and falling.
But it was certainly wonderful to see it dusting the trees and mountains.
I loved the contrast of the greens and browns of the trees against the whites and blues.
Seeing the Yosemite Falls with snow and ice was pretty spectacular.
Yes, we are still in California! This Chevy provided the perfect contrast of colors.
So at last my vision of snow in Yosemite was realized… dreams do come true! Yosemite is splendid under any circumstances. But with snow it is extra special.
I do hope to visit Yosemite again at some point in the future. But now I don’t have to be disappointed if the weather doesn’t cooperate.
