Yosemite was the first national park I ever visited. I remember driving about 4–6 hours through small-town highways and high-switchback roads through the mountains. Before I knew it, I’d made it into the front gates, and later, I couldn’t believe what I saw at the end of the tunnel I’d just gone through: Tunnel View. It was magical! I spent about 30 minutes there taking photos and soaking in the views, and I ended up sketching the scenery. It was then I realized how little we, as humans, and our problems are compared with the sheer size of Yosemite. The vastness of this place was another world to me, and I knew that if I let it, it could take away so much of the stress and frustration I was carrying. And so I did.
The few days I spent in Yosemite will be something I will always remember. My love for Yosemite grew even more so the following year. I came back a second time, took tons of photos, and hiked up Yosemite Falls. I felt like I was on top of the world! Seeing the majestic Half Dome across the way, I never felt closer to heaven. I hiked up Glacier Trail the next day only to be snowed on as I was about 100 yards from the top of the trail. By the time I made it to the top, the snow storm took over, and visibility was limited. Little did I know I was so close to Half Dome again. I’m guessing Half Dome is in my future.
Since then, Yosemite has opened up a lot of new adventures to add to my list, and I intend to add more as I cross off more. I’ve come to learn that Yosemite is home to some of the best rock climbing, bouldering, and sport climbing, which I’m definitely going to do next time. This place has taught me a lot about myself. The biggest thing out of all this: I never thought I’d love being in the mountains and the outdoors so much. Never have I ever had one single regret stepping foot into this magical place.
Sang Nguyen, social media follower