Yosemite: Climbing Meca

We had to see Camp #4. The small campground that was the birthplace of modern rock climbing in the US. It still looks like a tiny campground with a bunch of climbers milling around. El Capitan, a climber’s dream ascent, was awesome! Climbers hauling up loads of gear for multiday assents; just crazy to think that someone made that climb in 4 hours with no rope or protection.

El Capitan
Climber’s hauling up gear.
The little dots in the crevice are climbers.
Camp #4, the birthplace of modern climbing.

City of Rocks

A rock climbing place known around the world, a pleasant rest stop for travelers along the California Trail, an area that has its own energy and ethereal beauty. All of this describes the City of Rocks.

Traveling from Oregon to Utah, Darrin looked at the map, found the cool name City of Rocks, and declared we needed to stop there. Five nights later, we finally left.

These pictures do not in any way represent the majestic otherworldly spirit of this place. They are a mere human representation of Mother Nature.

The view from our campsite.
14,000 acres of rock formations creating an ethereal beauty
A peak into the formation of Mother Earth
The Ancient Overseer
Oye…always the ham…but he’s my ham
It is easy to imagine these rocks were once inside Mother Earth…what stories they could tell if only we knew how to listen.
It seems almost sacrilegious of man to dare climb, but how can he not when presented with such a challenge?