Last weekend I posted a Postcard from Yosemite showing the cables that you use to get to the top of Half Dome. Lexi commented that the view might be rather terrifying. I suppose if one stands on the very edge it could be. The first time I went up I stood maybe 30 feet from the cliff’s edge and noticed a hand pop up over the side, then a foot, then a leg, and finally the climber who had just climbed the face of Half Dome.
This is from a trip Mary and I took to Yosemite.
We camped in Little Yosemite Valley in the backcountry. We had one of the park’s bear resistant food containers but the bear decided that dropping by unannounced for dessert was just easier for all parties involved. Naturally, when we reported the bear to the backcountry ranger she made us feel like dumb tenderfoots. “Yell, throw rocks, shoo the bear away,” I think were her pearls of wisdom. NO WAY am I going to annoy a wild animal larger than a slavering mastiff. Hunger pangs beat real fangs in me.
This picture on the right is of Mary and me in front of the ascension cables on Half Dome.
This is looking down from the cables to the saddle on the north side of Half Dome.