Archive - September 2017

When Clan Gregor Came to San Antonio

Kilts, Bagpipes, and Haggis on the River Walk: Clan Gregor Takes San Antonio If you were anywhere near downtown San Antonio last weekend and heard the unmistakable wail of bagpipes echoing off the walls of the Alamo, no, you weren’t hallucinating. That was the American Clan Gregor Society...

Wawona, CA, USA

Wawona: Yosemite’s Hidden Gem Inside the Park When most people think of Yosemite National Park, their minds leap to granite giants like El Capitan, Half Dome, and the roaring waterfalls of Yosemite Valley. But tucked away in the park’s southern reaches lies Wawona, the only true town...

Tuolumne Meadows, California, USA

Absolutely—here’s your Tuolumne Meadows blog post with all sources removed and the narrative left clean and publication‑ready. Tuolumne Meadows: The High Sierra’s Living Commons Set at ~8,600 feet (2,620 m) in the heart of Yosemite’s high country, Tuolumne Meadows is one of the largest...

Lembert Dome, California, USA

Hiking Lembert Dome: A Window into Yosemite’s High Sierra If Yosemite Valley is the park’s beating heart, then Tuolumne Meadows is its soul—a vast alpine expanse where granite domes rise like frozen waves and wildflowers paint the meadows in summer hues. Among these domes, Lembert Dome...

Tenaya Lake, California, USA

Hiking to Tenaya Lake: Granite, Glaciers, and Goofballs If Yosemite Valley is the park’s celebrity, Tenaya Lake is its understated supermodel—serene, photogenic, and perched high in the Sierra like a jewel in a granite crown. At 8,150 feet, this alpine lake sits between Tuolumne Meadows...

Yosemite National Park, California, USA

Road Trip to Yosemite: Five Humans, One Cabin, and a Lot of Questionable Decisions There are two kinds of road trips: the kind where everything goes smoothly and the kind where you leave San Diego with five people, too many snacks, and a playlist that could start a family feud. Guess...

2017 Driving to San Diego in West Texas

Desert Drones and Dust Devils: Somewhere Between Fort Stockton and El Paso There’s a stretch of highway in West Texas that feels like driving through a sepia-toned postcard—flat, endless, and so quiet you start to wonder if you’ve slipped into a Clint Eastwood movie. That’s where I found...