Brittany writes about Yosemite, a place I was not yet able to see. Maybe, some day.
Yosemite means “the killers” in the Native American language of the land’s former inhabitants. Were they killers or were they misunderstood and labeled killers by the intruders that wanted part of this gorgeous land? Maybe they killed to protect this land. Maybe they knew then what millions of visitors from around the world see now at Yosemite National Park, that this land is special and needs protecting.
Before I even enter the park, the surrounding area begins to impress. We drive around the sides of mountains, winding up further into the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Out the car window I see mountains lined up, the clear skies allowing the far off peaks to be visible. Rocky sides and trees color the cliffs close by, while those lying further off are colored by blues that grow lighter with distance. The skies are filled with bright vibrant blues and dotted with white wisps…
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