The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Yosemite Odds and Ends


The tennis courts at the Ahwahnee Hotel must make for an interesting game.

The line judges will be right back.

A ray of sunshine in a dark forest.

Tree tentacles. 

I was searching for a huge split boulder I remembered as a young boy.  I finally located it.  It hasn't moved an inch, I don't think.  Just imagine the forces necessary for this to occur.  It has been this way for a long time; long enough for the tree to grow up alongside following the curve.  If you had real long legs, you could straddle the gap up top.  All I could ever do was hop from one side to the other.  That's back when I was a kid.  Now I have no inclination to see if I can still do so.

In my search for the split boulder I came upon a murder.  This is the crime scene.

I thought it odd that so much of the body was left intact.  Any predator able to make a successful kill usually wouldn't leave so much to waste away.  Can anyone ID the bird from its remains?




11 comments:

Stewart M said...

Hi there - going back to places you remember as a kid is always fraught with danger - if its different thats a problem, and if it's a same, thats a problem as well!

Nice pictures.

Cheers – Stewart M – Australia

Carole M. said...

the tennis court could be hazardous to play on. Enjoyed your split rock too John. Shame about the kill; I chose not to linger longer to see if I could recognize it though

Sharon M said...

Playing tennis on that court could only help my game! oooh a grisly murder, indeed. I wonder if it's a turkey, but I'm surprised about how much was left behind too. That's weird.

TexWisGirl said...

wonder if a dog did that (rather than a hungry coyote).

the tennis court made me laugh.

Judy said...

I had never thought to compare the roving roots to tentacles, but it fits! I also wonder about the split in that rock. It was a long time ago, yet there has been no further splitting...
I can't identify your murder victim, but mine was a goose, and not nearly so much of it was left. And, no, you will not get photos!

John W. Wall said...

I think it's a grouse. Often just the breast meat will be taken.

Seema said...

nice pictures...the murder scene was pathetic though..

Randy said...

I've been to that split rock.

Shelly said...

John is right, it is a sooty grouse. The old name was blue grouse, but two populations (Pacific = sooty and Rockies = dusky) were identified about 15+ years ago.

Good shots that bring back memories.

Sandy's witterings said...

That's a mighty old rock - very impressive. It is I suppose only half a picture if you only look at impressive and lovely things - murder scenes are valid nature shots too.

Pam and Wayne said...

The roots reminded me of Jack's adventure in "The Talisman" by Stephen King when he realizes the trees he is hiding amongst are alive and he hears them whispering "Our boy? Yess.." as their roots slither after him.