Climbing the Mist Trail and experiencing close-up these two immense falls launching huge volumes of spring snow melt runoff into the air is one of the most thrilling experiences Yosemite has to offer. The warm sun and blue sky welcomed the usual crowds to this most popular hike in the park. I left my car in Camp 4's lot and took the shuttle from Yosemite Lodge to Happy Isles, the beginning of the Mist Trail, which is also the beginning of the 212 mile John Muir Trail (JMT) to Mt. Whitney in eastern California. The trail winds up along and above the rushing Merced River on a wide path of carefully inlaid stones under a canopy of oaks and pines. Lofty peaks tower above the canyon walls. After a bridge crossing 3/4 mi. up, the JMT splits off and follows the opposite bank up. The Mist Trail gets steeper and twistier the higher you go. I'm always impressed with the amount of work it took engineers to blast this path out of the sheer granite canyon wall. Vernal Falls is heard long before it's seen, especially now in the spring when the Merced is running big and fast. The mist from the falls swirls around the canyon walls and down the steep steps blasted out of the granite. As you climb the slippery stairs around the final corner, this wondrous spectacle of natures power presents itself in full glory, leaping over a 300 ft. cliff and crashing with thunderous echoes into boulder filled pools below, then gathering itself together and rushing off down the canyon. The last few hundred yards of the trail before the Vernal Falls plateau are very steep, and then, after a narrow, single-file traverse above a steep drop-off, you're on top.
For many, the railed lookout ledge atop Vernal Falls is the destination. Continuing up the trail from here can be confusing as the path climbs up through
The Merced rushes down a waterslide into the Emerald Pool |
a large mound of smooth granite and the isn't easy to discern. Look for others ahead. A few hundred yards above Vernal Falls is the Emerald Pool, a wide spot in the Merced where the water takes a break from it's restless plunge down the mountain and forms a beautiful, serene lake. Just above the Emerald Pool is the the Silver Apron, a lengthy expanse of smooth white granite where the river widens and thins and shoots over at high speed. It's a popular spot for sunbathing and relaxing on the flat stones along the fast-moving river banks, but also a dangerous place for the unwary as the smooth rocks can be deceptively slippery.
From the footbridge upstream of the Silver Apron, the steep climb up to Nevada Falls begins in earnest. The first part of this segment winds through tall pine forest, which offers welcome respite from the sun, but the canyon widens and the trail soon loses it's protective canopy. The thunder of Nevada Falls echoes down the canyon, but it takes many stairs and over 1000 ft. of vertical up the mountain before the dramatic spectacle presents itself through a break in the thick forest below the falls. Nevada is much higher than Vernal and the cliff it flows over is part of a long ridge, so the sense of height is more pronounced. As with Vernal before it, the last 1/4 mile to the plateau above the falls is the steepest. The switchbacks climb up a narrow crevasse and deposit you on top of the cliff several hundred yards from the falls. This is the end of the Mist Trail. There's a bathroom at the intersection with the JMT. As you follow the cliff edge toward the top of the falls, there is an easily-missed railed overlook down to the right. Most are content to view the cascade from the wooden bridge above the river but there are places to risk getting intimate with the dramatic phenomenon, on stones at the very edge of the precipice, a few feet from where the entire river hurls itself into space.
Hiking error faux pas
My plan was to the climb down to the Illilouette Creek basin below Glacier Point and back to the Valley from there, so I headed out the Panorama Trail. But I didn't bring my map and overestimated the simplicity of the route because I'd come that way last year and assumed I could retrace my path easily enough. An over-simplified wooden park map on a sign near Nevada Falls showed it would be an easy route to get on, but I must have overlooked something and missed my connection. I thought I was on my way to the Illilouette Creek but I was actually on the JMT back to the Mist Trail again - which was fine, as I hadn't been on this section before - and it would lead me back to where I wanted to go. I was tired anyway. But unfortunately, the point man of large group of heavily-laden, map-free backpacking guys took my word that I was sure this was the trail to Illilouette and they all followed behind me a long ways down the very steep mountain with their giant packs before I realized I wasn't where I thought I was. Fortunately, I was far ahead of them when I discovered my error and wouldn't see them again! Note to hikers: never trust miles of your trip to well-meaning advice from other hikers, especially if you're making a decision for an entire group! Major faux pas. Bring a map! I bet those guys were pissed at the one who'd talked to me, but in my defense, I did suggest to the fellow how to lighten up by visiting backpackinglight.com.
Moon above Merced River |
The JMT from Vernal Falls to the Mist Trail is heavily used by stock animals carrying tourists and the entire length is covered with stinking piles of dung. In sections, it was so disgusting trying to find a safe spot through steep switchbacks without stepping in it, I nicknamed it the John Manure Trail. Because it's accommodating to horses, there are more switchbacks to lessen the grade, but there are extremely steep sections where I passed exhausted, unhappy hikers struggling in the heat and stench. Several horse trains with overweight tourons were also climbing.
I took the shuttle back to camp and still had the afternoon for exploring, so I took a drive up to Tuolumne Meadow. I needed to find out about the trailhead and parking information for my two upcoming hikes to Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne (July '09) and the Clark Range (Aug. '09). The weather in the Valley was partly sunny but warm and beautiful. Up Tioga Road, it was overcast and cold, with snow still on the ground in places. The Tuolumne Meadows ranger I spoke with said it had been overcast and grey for weeks up there. I drove back to the Valley and enjoyed the last of the last light on the valley walls. I hung out below El Capitan for a while, enjoying spotting the lights of all the climbers high on the wall. Back at Camp 4, I got to visit with some of the others at my site. We told stories and passed around a guitar. One of the climbers would be scaling El Capitan the next few days, a couple was climbing Halfdome and my biggest, most adventurous hike of the trip is tomorrow, so we all turn in early, listening to a loud group of Chileans (I was told) singing folk songs until late.
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Today would be a hike of over 23 miles along some of the most spectacular scenery in Yosemite: an extended trek atop the south rim of Yosemite
Pohono Trailhead at Wawona Tunnel Overlook parking lot |
Valley's canyon wall, encompassing all the major overlooks between Wawona Tunnel and Glacier Point, a 2 mile side trip to the top of Snetinel Dome, and then down the Four Mile trail to the Valley. Then I'd have to find a ride back to my car.
The Pohono trailhead begins at the famous Hwy. 42 Wawona Tunnel overlook parking lots, the one south of the highway, between the road and the mountain, at an unnoticed set of stairs. I was on the trail at 7am on a cool, partly cloudy morning, climbing up the steep forested slope almost 1500 feet of vertical in the first hour. Right away, I was sweating and the mosquitoes were swarming at every shady spot. This is a tough climb, but good to get up the steep part before the heat of the day set in. Up 1500, then 2500 feet of altitude from
The big crossings have bridges, but it's easy to get wet at others |
the trailhead, the trail winds along the edge of immense granite peaks that form the south wall of Yosemite Valley. There are series of named high points above sheer drop-offs along the way, usually spaced between one half and one mile apart along the trail. Each lookout point offers a unique perpective of the Merced River far below and the dramatic waterfalls that fill it, with views across the valley to El Capitan, Halfdome and Clouds Rest in the eastern distance. One by one, I came upon Inspiration Point, Stanford Point, Dewey Point, Taft Point, Sentinal Dome and finally Glacier Point. Between the points, the trail goes back into the forest to circumnavigate the giant crevices and deep canyons along the face.
Only one other hiker was out that morning, a fellow from Nevada City, CA, whom I'd met at Inspiration Point. He'd come up here to camp and explained how easy it was to get a Wilderness Permit to stay up here when most of the trailhead quotas in all of Yosemite
I thought this rock formation near Taft Point looked like a giant bird |
were full. At Stanford Point, we got the map out and identified many of the peaks and each of the amazing waterfalls. Some, like Ribbon Falls in a hidden canyon on the west side of El Capitan, can only be seen from above as the thick forest blocks views from the valley. Ribbon is dry by early summer. The high, cliff-edge points make memorable stops, and there are plenty of well-used campsites, but there is no water on the ridge line, so you'd need to pack it up. Since then, whenever I'm in the Valley at night, I always look up to the dark south canyon rims at night and can usually spot a campfire or two along the ridge.
By late morning, the weather turned moody. I crossed Bridalveil Creek on a large wooden bridge, wondering how far I would have to bushwhack cross-country to reach the top of the falls. There's no trail marked to the top of Bridalveil but certainly hikers have made their way there. As I reached Taft Point, a fast-moving cold front was blowing in low over the cliffs and the sky grew ominous. The scene reminded me of an asian watercolor painting - tall peaks poking out of a sea of swirling clouds, with glimpses of a river valley far below. You couldn't tell where the earth ended and the sky began. It started misting and sprinkling, then turned in to an all
Unforgettable views around each bend |
out hail storm. I came down from the exposed cliff area and took a lunch break under a tree. The weather moved on as quickly as it came and dramatic sunlight filtered into the valley as holes of intense blue sky appeared through the low-slung clouds, revealing towering cumulus clouds above.
After the surprise storm, I had a chance to explore Taft Point, which is halfway between Wawona Tunnel and Glacier Point, rising high above the central Yosemite Valley.
Towering giant Sugar Pine |
Although it's easily accessed by trailheads a mile away on the Glacier Point road, I was surprised to find there were probably two dozen people there, given the inclement weather. Near the point are incredible deep fissures - crevasses that seem to run the entire height of the cliff down to the valley. Back on the trail in the woods, I came across several deer who couldn't be bothered to move as I came within several feet of them.
Between Taft Point and Sentinel Dome, majestic views across the valley to Yosemite Falls open up. At this time of year, Yosemite creek is pumping full volume over the precipice, 2000 feet into a lower plateau, where it separates into multiple streams that gather and fall again as Lower Yosemite Falls. It's a mesmerizingly beautiful scene to observe from high on this cliff, listening to the thunder of crashing water miles away across the chasm. The Pohono Trail offers what must be the best view of Yosemite Falls in the park.
The sunny weather held up until I reached the mile-long trail to Sentinal Dome, when the wind and mist picked up again. Unsung Sentinel Dome is one of the parks highest
Mountain guide atop Sentinel Dome |
peaks, on par with Halfdome, and offers spectacular 360 degree views of the entire valley, including the giant Vernal and Nevada Falls in the Merced Canyon. It's only a 1.5 mile hike up from Glacier Point, one of Yosemite's most popular and impressive drive-up overlooks, so there was quite a crowd there. After a short time admiring the view, I hiked the last segment of the trail down to the drive-up park at Glacier Point. My camera's battery was low and my last shot was of the summit of Halfdome covered in dark clouds in a misty rain. It was about 3:45, the same time, as I later found, of a fatal accident involving a man falling from the Halfdome cables right there across the valley. A young couple, my neighbors sharing campsite #23 at Camp 4 were directly under him on the cables when he lost his footing on the slick granite and went over the edge. Here's the story I wrote about it. I later learned that the couple had become engaged atop Halfdome just before the accident.
Moving quickly out of the crowded and exposed Glacier Point park, I located the Four Mile trail on the valley side of the concession stand and began the long descent through the woods to the Valley floor.
Four Mile trail
Four Mile trail (actually lengthened to 4.5 miles) isn't the most well-known but it's an astounding feat of engineering as impressive as the Mist Trail to Halfdome. It's an extremely steep system of switchbacks along and below sheer cliffs thousands of feet above the lush, green valley far below. The level of difficulty is above average to descend and
Many fearless deer up here |
strenuous to climb. Few would elect to hike it as a round trip so it requires planning and logistics to return to your car. (I planned to to bum a ride from a camp neighbor or hitchhike back) I was looking forward to enjoying this awesome descent through an ancient, quiet forest in the moody mist of late afternoon by myself - a contemplative end to a long, all-day hike, and an incredible hiking trip in Yosemite. But a large, loud group of one adult, several teenagers and 9-10 pre-teen boys were starting down the trail just after me. I walked fast to get away from them, and once around a bend, even ran to put as much distance between them and me. But one of the teenagers and two smaller kids began running down the path, yelling, whooping it up and calling at each other like this was a play field at the local park, running past me, stopping, then racing past me again, slipping on the slick rocks, cutting trails. On and on it went, leap-frogging me for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. I was getting ticked off. I consider the grandeur of these mountains and forest precious and somewhat sacrosanct. Being here is my church and my communion and it took considerable effort and expense to come visit. One of the Park rules is respect others and their right to enjoy the park. Except for this group of obnoxious loudmouths, I'd have the beautiful, peaceful trail to myself, like I had for the last 9 hours. As their voices rang out, echoing all over the mist-soaked cliffs and forest, I fantasized about shoving all 3 off the edge. Their group was far behind, they're running down a steep, slippery cliff-edge trail in the rain... Who'd know? Finally, after 20 minutes of ruining my hike, they sidetracked to an overlook and I pushed on fast. They were just kids, and didn't know better, but people who hike in natural areas should instill in children to respect others right to solace.
The Four Mile trail is a spectacular way to end the Pohono Trail hike. This amazing cliff-edged journey from dizzying heights to the lush valley below is just something you can't experience without coming to Yosemite. In places, the trail looks like fairy-tale art, a ribbon of stone and dirt wrapping around vertical cliff faces beneath a canopy of ancient trees lodged in crevices and giant boulders. The misty shroud of sprinkling rain and light showers added to the mystique. The Four Mile trail is all cliffside, all downhill, and some parts are extremely steep and unforgiving on unprepared knees. I'm certain jogging has decreased the pressure and aching knees I used to get from such descents. Trekking poles removed more discomfort, and were essential in the slippery conditions. Over the next hour and a half, I passed 3-4 couples of hikers, none of whom had poles, all of whom were having difficulty on the slick path.
Toward the bottom, the trail wrapped around immense building-sized boulders that had obviously calved from above. I wondered of the noise and energy release involved in getting these mammoth stones down here in the valley from their cliff-edge homes. Maybe some of these were dislodged in an earthquake, maybe the same earthquake John Muir experienced when he wrote of rushing outside to experience the thunder of rockfall throughout the valley. The trail comes out in a meadow on the south loop road between Hwy. 42 and the turnoff for Yosemite Lodge. There's a bus that could take me back to Camp 4, but this was the first and Camp 4 was the last stop of a long circuit that would take 40 minutes around the valley. So I walked the half mile back to camp, cleaned up some, then hitched a ride back to my car. Since everyone's on vacation, it was easy to convince the nice people who gave me a lift to go miles out of their way and take me up the mountain, right to my car. I offered cash for gas, but they refused it. I forgot to tell them that on the way back, due to the Valleys one-way road system, they'd have to go back almost to where they first picked me up to get back on the road out.
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I've made a tradition of my last morning Yosemite. I have a big breakfast at Yosemite Lodge dining hall, then rent a bike and have a long, relaxing ride up to Mirror Lake and around the entire valley. The morning was awesome, bright and clear and beautiful, the air filled with the fragrance of flower-filled green meadows, the peaks around the valley as crisp and defined against the brilliant blue sky as I've ever seen - the best that Yosemite could offer me. The exquisite light on Halfdome, towering above Mirror Lake always fills me with awe and I was seriously regretting not being able to take a photo. I made sure to bring an extra camera battery and memory chip after that.
Leaving Yosemite, I took a different way home this time - the El Portal exit out of the park on Hwy. 140, which follows the rushing Merced mile after mile out of the mountains into the foothills of Mariposa County. Then I drove Hwy. 49 through the quaint town of Mariposa before connecting to the Fresno highway again further south at Oakhurst. The rolling Merced River splashing along under the vibrant colors and texture of the rock faces against the high, rolling hills are worth a detour to see. |
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