HC finishes his second cup of coffee just as the sun starts to rise over the Yosemite Valley. He sees the infamous church, the spire piercing the sun. Not being a fan of religion, he still finds the church a powerful metaphor in the presence of such a natural wonder.
Their are miles of trails along the Yosemite Valley floor. The green meadows fill his senses with memories. With no set plan or destination, he just lets his feet do the walking, and we’ll see what can be discovered.
Coming up to a waterfall cascading down from up high, finding a lone deer foraging for breakfast in the shadows of a grove of trees, squirrels working hard for a morning snack. HC keeps clocking in the miles walking along the Yosemite Valley trail system.
As the morning starts to disappear and noon approaches his stomach starts to rumble. He finds a place to make a sandwich from the contents of his cooler. Such a simple meal brings profound enjoyment. He savours each bite under the glacially carved rocks all around him.
One could say that Nature is his religion, if one must characterize a belief system.
