Many years ago, my family and I would make trips to the mountain
campsites for our vacation. We found and, generally used, the campsite in
the high country of Yosemite. It was named Camp White Wolf...ver másMany years ago, my family and I would make trips to the mountain
campsites for our vacation. We found and, generally used, the campsite in
the high country of Yosemite. It was named Camp White Wolf. There were
several other campsites, but this was one where there were individual sites
large enough to set up our large tent. There was what must have been a water
runoff nearby, although usually dry when we were there. At the site, there
was a picnic table and a rock-lined pit for a campfire. After we had set up our
tent at our campsite, we would take walks to see and enjoy the beauty of the
comfortable woods. The clean, cool air felt so very good on our faces.
The four children had their pleasure in climbing among the huge boulders.
They would make games among themselves. Sometimes they would
investigate the many different insects or small animals that they would see.
I carried a notepad with me. I would tell them to draw a picture of what
they saw. Later, we would then check the books we had at home to find out
about what they had seen. Every year there would be something different.
One time, there was an eagle soaring among the trees, not having to flap its
wings, using the mountain’s updraft to stay aloft. In the city where we lived,
there were few of these wondrous sights.ver menos