I’m currently sitting in the Salt Lake airport, waiting for my shuttle down to St. George to start my month of work in what we call the Canyons: Bryce, Zion, Grand Canyon and Capitol Reef. But the past two months of working in Yosemite have set me up to have quite the summer.
Yosemite National Park is the first government protected land in the world, and it’s very clear why if you’ve seen the dramatic vistas and enormous trees. Being able to spend week after week in such a beautiful place, especially with people seeing it for the first time, is a constant reminder of how lucky we are to have the national parks that we have.
Our trips start out on the south side of the park, near Mariposa Grove and gradually move north, through the valley, and eventually to the High Sierras and Tuolomne Meadow. With this itinerary, we get to see the largest grove of giant sequoias in the park, and stunning views of Half Dome, El Cap and multiple waterfalls, before standing on top of Lembert Dome looking down on a beautiful sub-alpine meadow.
Being me, however, I had to get injured somehow. For about a month now I’ve been experiencing what I’m calling a bum hip. Nothing has worked to make it overall better, though it has improved marginally since I originally felt it. I’m unable to run, or walk downhill very well, but hiking has been relatively ok. The real problem stems from the fact that guests notice me limping in the mornings when it hasn’t had time to warm up and ask me about it.
I now have my schedule for the rest of the season and I’ll be heading to Tuscany this fall, but I have one bone to pick about my schedule: I was not put on a single camper all season. After spending all of last summer on camping trips, and training the new camp crew at the beginning of the season, I thought it was likely inevitable that I would be on at least one. And though my wallet cannot complain about my schedule, my heart would love to see my trainees in action.