Musings 2 and New Years Tradition

I remember when I went out on my first ever solo backpacking trip in 2004.  I went alone on an improvised trip of sorts and I remember taking a break on the second day needing to rest my achy shoulders and body.  I came upon a spot looking out to an expansive view of the Merced Canyon with the Merced River roaring down below.  I looked out on the distant canyon walls, the grandeur, and suddenly a deep sense of loneliness came over me.  It was as if human civilization didn't exist and I was alone.  I had never had that feeling before, and maybe it's because I was a city boy.  It was a frightening feeling and it didn't particularly sit well at the moment.  The reality was that I was on a popular trail in Yosemite National Park and although I don't remember seeing anyone that morning there were plenty of backpackers around someplace.  Clearly, I was out of my comfort zone.

Baldy on New Years Day has become a tradition of sorts...

Mt. Harwood from Baldy