You know that feeling of going home for the holidays? That feeling of going back home to Grandma’s house where everything smells the same, everything is in the same place and your worries take a leave of absence? Yosemite does that for me every time I visit.
After we waved goodbye to our Christmas houseguests, my husband decided that he wanted to spend the first days of the year in Yosemite. Because it’s freezing cold and the dead of winter, we were able to get reservations for two nights at the Upper Pines campground. Most of the time, one cannot usually expect to get reservations to a campground in Yosemite without planning months ahead.
The news had been reporting about the government shutdown and it’s impacts on the park and I was feeling a little heartbroken, both for the people without paychecks, and for the park itself, so I came prepared to do my part.
I arrived with my trusty litter-picker and some trash bags, eager to get to work. I’ll just say it – I am happy to clean anything, anywhere, anytime. I am clearly a party animal. I walked along picking up trash while my daughter rode her scooter through the campground rows and along the roads over to Mirror Lake.
It warms my heart to say that I was not the only visitor in the park cleaning up, and the trash problem had been mostly handled by the time we arrived.
I think I will travel with my litter-picker wherever we camp from here on out.