I really hate this. You have no idea. You cannot understand, I think, how this feels.
There are at least three nights from my trip out west with Dirk that I could easily call my favorite night of the trip. When I throw the Monday night out of the mix, largely since it was amazing because it was my first time experiencing a night like that … well, that still leaves me with two nights that were my favorite. That were EASILY my favorite. It’s not even close… and every night from this trip was a life-changing experience for me.
But here’s the thing. It’s the honest-to-God truth. The past two years have, from a traveling perspective, been two of the most amazing years of my life – and that too is really saying something. I first traveled to Europe when I was 15 years old, and by the time I started college, I had been to nine foreign countries and 40 of the 50 United States.
But I digress. I’ve been struggling for nearly five months now, trying to decide which night was my favorite… even though the truth is, the last night is the undisputed obvious winner. I’m don’t think that I’ll ever have another camping experience so shockingly perfect in my life – that’s why that night is getting an entire blog dedicated solely to its story.
But Thursday night… that’s a favorite too, and it’s in large part due to the dramatically different environment in which it was spent. Camping in the woods will always hold a special place in my heart. When those woods are part of the Inyo National Forest just over the border from Yellowstone National Park, in the neighborhood of June Lake and a stone’s throw from the Obsidian Dome…. and when those same woods, home to massive Ponderosa Pine trees that block out all ambient light, are situated at nearly 8,700 feet of elevation, providing crystal clear, thin, and bone-chillingly cold air through which to view the night sky…. Well, you can start to understand why Thursday night was my favorite. (OK, second favorite)
Regardless of how truly incredible Saturday night was, that Thursday night (and the following morning, too: legitimately eating a mountain man’s breakfast of fire-grilled sausages and steaming hot black coffee for the first time in my life) will forever hold an extremely special place in my heart, mind, and memories. I hope that these pictures will offer you some small glimpse of insight into why… Enjoy!
OH CRAP. I completely neglected to mention that the last few pictures are from the first night we camped on Big Sur. But you’ll see that soon enough for yourself: