Memories of Yosemite

Tonight on the National Parks special, the last night, someone was talking about visiting a park when they were young and then taking their children to that park.
One of my earliest memories is of Yosemite and the fire fall. I have a clear memory of the call “let the fire fall” and then fire falling down. Quite a few years ago I asked my mom about this memory and it was then she told me we’d been in Yosemite National Park and about the fire fall.
Dale and I were married in the little chapel in Yosemite Valley in the ‘70’s. I really don’t remember why we chose Yosemite but we did and the wedding was so beautiful. I just don’t remember that we went there as a couple before we decided to get married there; I just know that it is a place that I’ve been to throughout my life. There was about 3’ of snow on the ground, but the chapel was warm with little wreaths in the windows.
We took our boys to Yosemite when they were growing up but we also took the boys to many parks. One favorite trip was to Tuolumne Meadows where we met my brother. Boys played in the river finding a favorite place to jump in. A hike to Nevada Falls was memorable.
We took our grandkids to Yosemite last spring. We took them to the little chapel where we were married. We hiked to some of the more accessible falls, visited the visitor’s center and walked the meadow.
We shot photos of half dome at sunset; my grandson won an award for his photos in the park at our local fair.