Although HC tried to research the best that he could (which sometimes is not all that good) the hope was that Foresta was actually as close to Yosemite as the listing stated it was…..
Back in January he selected this homestead as his base camp for exploring Yosemite. Now at the beginning of the Labor Day weekend, he finds himself driving through Yosemite National Park, looking for signage to Foresta. No cell service for maps to help him.
An old barn in an open field, devoid of any water for ages showcases a dry landscape ready to go up in flames at any moment. The ongoing drought out here in California is real. HC continues down the dirt road, eventually finding his homestead cabin in the unincorporated community. No stores of any kind, just a smattering of homes built on the mountain.
Views of El Capitan can been seen from a hill a short distance for his temporary home. Deer grace the dry fields in the early mornings, lizards lie the porch soaking in the warm afternoon sun as HC sips on cocktails until the sun goes down. It is the perfect spot to explore the park by day, and watch the stars at night. The Milky Way is as clear out here as he remembers it being when he was a child.
A rolling blackout causes the power to go out on day two, making it warmer inside that outside. Just like the cowboys and pioneers of yesteryear. HC wasn’t planning on showering anyway. The quiet becomes even more so, as everything sits unders the trees in silence.
