We arrived at our campsite well past midnight, and, after pitching tents up in the group camp designated for our team, we all immediately passed out.
Two group campsites had been dedicated to a large and friendly group of middle-aged Korean people, who I think were all alumnis of my dad’s high school, getting together for a reunion on the other side of the world [?]
We woke up the next morning at 8 and immediately set out for a hike, barely even pausing to eat breakfast. Taking the winding roads up to Tuolumne Meadows took almost an hour in of itself, with multiple stops in the road as workers cleared felled trees from our paths.
Once there, our group split up into factions based on interest. My mother and brother and I decided to stop by Soda Springs, one of the few sites at Yosemite we’d never taken the time to visit.
Soda Springs is a naturally occurring gaseous spring. People were drinking from it, so I tried a bit, and it tasted like… blood. Rich in iron, I guess. [The dirt around it was super coppery-looking, as well.]
We also ducked into the cool, shady confines of the historical lodge sitting on top of the hill, Parsons Memorial Lodge.