On completely separate occasions, both my friend Daniella and I, had kinda lousy experiences at Ten Lakes. Not that we’re complaining, mind you. Camping in Yosemite is still preferable to many things, even if it does involve blood loss, sickness, missing persons, and monumental amounts of whining.
But looking back on the experience several years later, I still remember amid all the complaining, the jaw dropping view from Ten Lakes Pass, and the view of the lakes. It was time for us to give Ten Lakes another try.
In the early evening we heard rockfall off of this wall.
The moon, Jupiter, and Venus reflecting on glacial polish
The wildflowers were so fluorescent they could have been painted by Lisa Frank.
I was apparently obsessed with glacial polish on this trip.