We arrived at Oakhurst, California on Monday afternoon the 10th of February and decided to stay at High Sierra RV and Mobile Park. It’s quite, it’s quant, we have the whole RV park to ourselves, and we’ve loved the weather.
Although we’ve only stayed for three nights, the town of Oakhurst is on our list of favorite towns.
Everyone we encountered during our stay was friendly and personable; it’s a bigger town, with a small town feel and a welcoming attitude. We chose Oakhurst because of it’s location to Yosemite, but recommend it because of it’s own attributes.
I ‘ve had a love of waterfalls since I can remember, even before I knew that they put off negative ions that create a relaxing effect and before I ‘d ever seen one in real life.
A coworker Mitch worked with told him about a phenomenon that occurs in Yosemite for only a few weeks in February. To experience God’s awesome light show, referred to as nature’s firefall, water needs to be flowing from Horse Tail Falls and the sunset not obscured by clouds.
We spent most of our day in awe.
Every corner we turned once we arrived in the Valley was awesome.
What an amazing and majestically inspiring experience.
I was beyond excited when we pulled over and saw the handful of people standing around in a field with their tripods set up, and camera lens gazing at El Capitan.
I walked directly to the nearest white bearded, kahki-coated, camera carrier to confirm we were in the right location.
I could have started dancing right then. After scouting out the best spot to take pictures, I did a bit of jumping up and down, clapping and smiling from ear to ear. As we stood and waited for the next hour, we chatted with our neighbor firefall fan named Thomas, who drove up from LA and was staying a week to get pictures of the fall from different angles. As the sun began to set, the chatter quieted and the melodic clicks of cameras began.
It was only for just a minute, and for all the pictures I took, I wanted to take thousands more from every angle. Only after the sun had set, did I realize how cold it was, and how many people had arrived to capture to moment. It saddened me that there was no clapping or dancing to commensurate the event, but since it was my first time I was trying to show some self-reservation.
No worries, since yesterday we started a firefall fan club, there is currently two members, Mitch and Myself. The next time we are in Yosemite for the magnificent firefall I plan to cheer and clap to show how honored I am to be a part of a breathtaking moment in time and not keep all my gratitude for the moment bottled inside.
We are now heading towards Brookings, Oregon, a place we have wanted to visit for a couple years, but Yosemite will always remain in our hearts.