Keep an eye out! On Monday, May 14th, I will post my account of meeting my rescuers for the first time during a Yosemite camping trip in 2012 🙂
I joyfully had another opportunity to go to Yosemite on a camping trip just a few weeks ago with Rick, my hero, and his lovely wife, Diane. Rick Powell is the then-stranger that waited beside me for 3 1/2 hours after I fell 200ft down the side of Half Dome in 2009. We are now close friends and I love his entire family. My Sweetie Brian, my brother Paul, and my cousin Ryan also joined for this adventure.
Upon arrival to the entrance of the park, Brian and I were required to buy snow chains on the side of the road to enter the park (which were only needed for maybe a few miles). After an hour and a half waiting for the entrance road to reopen, we were able to continue our trek through the beautiful snow-dusted trees to the campground where we met up with everyone. We camped Monday through Friday and toward the end of the week, Rick and Diane’s daughters and their little ones arrived to camp for the weekend.
I’ve always camped in the summer, in the heat, so this was a very new experience. Initially, I thought it was ludicrous to camp in lows of 18 and highs of 67 degrees F. But it ends up that I LOVE camping in the cooler weather and the snow was quite beautiful. It was a treat that it was snow because, in my opinion, snow is much more tolerable than rain. And, gratefully, it only snowed lightly one or two times.
There were many highlights to this last camping trip:
1. It was the first camping trip for me and Brian and we loved it and plan to do more 🙂
2. It was the 2nd time my brother and I have gone camping with Rick and Diane. I love spending time with them. And it’s always a joy to spend time with my brother and cousin, especially in a beautiful environment with such rich scenery like Yosemite.
In 2012, I went camping with Rick and his lovely wife, Diane and my fabulous brother, Paul.
It was quite fun. And I had the honor of meeting three of my rescuers. It was such an amazing experience to look each of them in the eye and thank them for doing the job they do; for saving my life. The entire experience was beyond words. You can read more about my story and my Gratitudiversary at https://theunfoldingself.wordpress.com/2017/06/06/my-8-year-gratitudiversary-june-6/
Keep an eye out! On Monday, May 14th, I will post a more detailed account of when I met my rescuers for the first time 🙂
More about this 2012 trip coming Monday, May 14th!
3. (Back to 2018) Though one of my rescuers was out of the office the day I came to visit and a few of the others moved on to other assignments outside of Yosemite, I got to see my rescuer, Jack Hoeflich. Jack was the rescuer who was first to the scene and the one who was clipped in beside me while I was being hoisted off the rock in the litter (the gurney) as we hung 100ft below the helicopter. It’s such an honor to be in his presence and get to know him. And we spent quite a bit of time chatting with John Dill, the head of Search and Rescue, who recently celebrated his 80th birthday and 40th year at Yosemite – very impressive.
5. Half Dome was originally named “Tisseyak” which means woman turned to stone. Though it seems surprising to some, I don’t feel fear or anxiety in seeing Half Dome. Instead, I feel a strong and deep connection to her and as my eyes take in this remarkable granite monolith, I hold nothing but awe and gratitude.
As a reminder, keep an eye out! On Monday, May 14th, I will post my account of meeting my rescuers for the first time during a Yosemite camping trip in 2012 🙂