6 hours ago
My alarm went off at 3:30am and it felt like Christmas morning. I took a shower, made some coffee and hit the road with Yosemite as my destination. I got to the park around 1030am and couldn’t believe the amount of snow. I’ve been visiting Yosemite for a while now and have never seen it like this. It was a complete whiteout and I seemed to be the only one on the 41 headed into the park. I got to tunnel view and it was clear skies. In my head I kept on saying “this actually might be the day for the firefall.”
I did two loops around the park looking for places to possibly shoot from. I wound up at the swinging bridge parking lot and decided to post here for the rest of the day. After 2 hours of hiking in waist deep snow, I finally found my spot. I went back to my jeep, made some food, packed up my camera bag and hiked back in. I got to my spot around 230pm and setup my tripod. With a beer in hand and some good company of fellow photographers, we waited for the firefall and kept our fingers crossed. The clouds began to roll in around 4:00pm and it looked like it might be a bust. The clouds then got worse and the sun started to disappear. Had I just driven 6 hours for nothing? Please don’t let this be it.
The sun began to poke through the clouds and it started to happen. The entire Valley erupted into a cheer and you could hear for that brief moment, how happy everyone was. For me this experience wasn’t so much about the photograph but the journey itself and being around other’s who share the same passion.
This day is one I will never forget. at Yosemite National Park