Few things compare to a Lost Arrow sandwich (turkey, Swiss, lettuce, tomato, cranberry mayo) from Degnan’s Deli, eaten 5 miles above the Yosemite Valley floor. This past weekend my family gathered in Yosemite, an annual tradition my father’s family has honored since 1949. It’s my very favorite weekend of the year, and even more so now that my husband and I are there with Tiny G, who was tearing around the park with his grandparents like a munchkin possessed!
On Friday morning, my sister, our friend Michelle and I hiked to the top of Yosemite Point. It’s a killer—in many ways more challenging than Half Dome—and I’m still feeling the effects today. I read that it is the equivalent of climbing stairs straight up the distance of over two Empire State Buildings. See that high point to the right of the falls (below)? That’s where we ate lunch.
And let me tell you, nothing beats one of Michelle’s homemade chocolate chip cookies 7,000 feet above it all!
Nor an icy cold brew waiting for you back at the cabin…