Things to do in Yosemite National Park

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We entered Yosemite National Park from the east entrance. Little did we know that the entrance had been closed only a week before we arrived due to snow. We had no idea how huge the park was and how varied the landscapes were from one side of the park to the other. Tioga Pass was high in altitude and cool in temperature, around 60 degrees with snow piles on the side of the road. Huge cliff faces surrounded us as we drove into the park, and snowmelt waterfalls welcomed our entrance.

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The first thing we did when we arrived was stop at a ranger station to look into campsites for the night. Out of the thirteen campgrounds in the park, all of them were completely filled. We were left with two options: leave the park and try to find a campground that wasn’t filled in the surrounding area or go backcountry camping, which is camping off a trail in the wilderness, with no designated campsite and with no access to your car, so you carry everything you need on your back.

We opted for backcountry camping, something we had never done before. The park ranger gave us a wilderness pass and told us about the one mile trail we would hike to Inspiration Point to camp for the night. He asked if we had a bear canister.

“No,” we said. “But we have bear spray.”

The ranger shook his head. “You’re not allowed to have bear spray in the park,” he said. “It’s considered a weapon.”

My mind began to race, how were we supposed to defend ourselves if a bear attacked? The ranger explained that the only bears in the park were black and brown bears, which aren’t aggressive by nature. He said that if a bear is trying to get into our canister at night (which should have all our food and toiletries in it and be placed 15 steps from our tent) that we should get out of our tent and make a lot of noise. He said the bear would be scared off.   

I had my doubts, but we took the canister and headed through the park anyways.

After we figured out our camping plans for the night, we decided to take our time driving through the park, making our way down to Yosemite Valley, which is where we would hike to our camp spot that night. We stopped by a lake to make lunch, hiked the 3.2 mile roundtrip Tuolumne Grove trail (where we saw and walked through Sequoia trees) and searched for bears in the meadows we drove past.

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It took us about an hour and a half of driving time to get to the valley and at about seven in the evening we arrived at the trailhead where we would begin our trek to Inspiration Point. We loaded everything we’d need for the night into our backpacks: a tent, two sleeping bags, food, 3.5 liters of water and some spare clothes.

At the very beginning of the trail we unknowingly took a wrong turn. We began climbing a mountain and the “trail” was merely marked by stones stacked on top of each other every 20 feet or so. We thought it was just an obscure trail that only experienced hikers took. But the stacked stones kept getting further and further apart and we were left wandering along the side of a cliff face as the sun was getting lower and lower in the sky. Even if we wanted to just stop and camp for the night, we couldn’t. The mountain we were climbing was too steep to even pitch a tent.

We wandered for about an hour, trying to find the trail we walked off of. With bears, mountain lions and sunset on our minds, we decided we would just pitch our tent on the flattest spot we could find. As we were about to unload our packs, Parker decided to walk a couple hundred feet more.

Within a minute I heard the sweetest words of the trip,“I found the trail!” Parker yelled.

I ran to catch up with him; the trail was so distinct we didn’t know how we missed it in the first place. With only about 40 minutes of light left we hiked the rest of the very obvious trail to the end. We arrived at Inspiration Point. We were both stunned. Our campsite overlooked the entirety of Yosemite Valley; a waterfall could be seen in the distance. No one else was in sight. Our little adventure was well worth the trouble.

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The next morning we got up at sunrise. I painted the valley as the sun shone golden and we ate a breakfast of clif bars. We hiked back down the mountain (without getting lost) and drove to a first come, first serve campground called Camp 4 to claim a spot for the next night.

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During the rest of our time in Yosemite we hiked Vernal Falls Footbridge trail, Taft Point trail and Cook’s Meadow trail. I highly recommend hiking to Taft Point, it is one the highest and most stunning views in the park.

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Things to do in Canyonlands National Park

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We fell asleep before sunset. We left the rainfly off of our tent so that we could see the wide open sky and the sun as it shined golden through the clouds. We had just filled our bellies with plates piled with cooked rice, beans, bell peppers and onions. We were exhausted from a full day of driving and hiking through Arches National Park. The next morning we would get up around sunrise to explore Canyonlands National Park.

I woke up about an hour after we had fallen asleep, the full moon was shining bright in our tent and lighting up the night. Though we were in the desert, the night was cool enough to use a light blanket. Perfect. I unzipped the tent and left the warmth of our bodies cuddled together to pee in the desert sand. I didn’t even need a flashlight.

At 3 A.M. I woke up again. My eyes opened to a dark sky filled with billions of stars and the Milky Way waterfalling right down the center. The moon had set and left the sky the darkest I had ever seen. I nudged Parker awake, pointed and we both sleepily stared in awe. How grand it was. With stars in our eyes, we drifted back to sleep till sunrise.


Travel Tip: Sleep with the rainfly off of your tent as much as possible. Not only does it create air flow, but it offers the best sky viewings. Watch the sunset as you fall asleep, wake up to the milky way in the middle of the night, watch the sunrise in the morning.


In the morning we packed up our camp and drove about 20 minutes to Canyonlands National Park. The sun was rising as we drove into the park, surrounding the orange rocks with a pink and purple sky. Canyonlands is smaller than Arches, so we were able to do two hikes and drive the entire park in just a few hours.

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As its name suggests, the park is a canyon that you drive around and hike the edges of. The first hike we did was to Mesa Arch, an arch that creates a peephole into the canyon (a very large peephole). The trail is only 0.7 miles round trip and is one of the most popular in the park, but the earlier you get there, the less people there are.

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The next hike we did was Grand View Point trail . And boy was it grand. This 1.9 mile round trip trail went along the edges of the canyon, making for breathtaking views every step of the way. There are no railings to keep you from getting too close to the edge, so you can go ahead and dangle your feet over the sides of the rocks. This was the first place where I stopped and painted. It seemed perfect, as the morning air was still cool and the colors of the canyons were at their richest.


Travel Tip: Stop and sit. Even if you’re not an artist, there’s so much value in stopping at the end of the trail to take everything in; to set down the camera and simply enjoy the earth beneath you and whatever is in front of you. Sit and stare. Sit and talk. Sit and laugh. Just take it in.


I pulled out my sketchbook and watercolors. I painted what laid in front of me, with no purpose except to create; something I hadn’t been able to do in months. Most days I am painting for other people, but on this trip I was able to paint with abandon, with no care as to how the pieces would turn out. It was a taste of freedom I hadn’t felt in awhile.

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After I finished, we headed back to our car, ran into someone from Missouri (he saw Parker’s Kansas City Royals hat), chatted a little, then headed to our next destination: Great Basin National Park. The excitement and inspiration was beginning to bubble up within me. Our first two national parks stirred something in me that I had been aching for.