Nevada Fall, June 2010
The Merced River was in spate this year. Really in spate.
It was unusually balmy as we drove down the central valley to Yosemite last week, and the warm air drifted up the Pacific slope and kicked off a serious snowmelt.
For the first time in 6 years we were not booked for riverside sites in the Housekeeping Camp, but when we saw the vacant flooded campsites no one in the group complained about being far from the river.
Since you needed waders to get around down there, the park rangers relocated the riverside campers to unoccupied sites, which bumped other folks who had reservations.
There were not as many happy campers this year, and the park maintenance crew were busy removing log jams from the bridges.
Below the bridge to the Mist trail and Vernal Fall.
All the same, the river was a thrilling sight, and we hiked to Nevada Fall past roaring cataracks and flooded banks.
Just before it spills over Nevada Fall the river had spread over an area that was twice its width in June of previous years.
Here's the big water as seen from the Four-mile Trail to Glacier Point.
The river and falls roar around the clock, but it's best heard at night.
I don't know why, maybe it's the wind, but sometimes it sounds like breakers on a beach.