TOUR OF THE SIERRA NEVADAS, DAY 8
September 12, 2017
SPECTACULAR SIERRA NEVADAS, YOSEMITE, DAY 2
A thorn in my eye
Having a thorn in someone’s side is bad enough. Idiomatically. But how about a thorn in your eye? Literally.
That’s what happened to me on this beautiful morning, our second day in Yosemite. I have no idea when I how, but when I woke up, I felt an irritation in my right eye which caused it to water and tempted me to rub it all the time. It felt as if something had gotten stuck under my eyelids. Elizabeth looked but could not see anything. So she gave me some of her artificial tears to put in the eye as a soothing remedy.
Fast-forwarding a week later, I went to see an eye doctor in Scottsdale. And guess what he found in my right eye? A piece of Yosemite. A “black foreign object embedded in my cornea,” is how he described it.
After giving me an eye anesthetic, another eye surgeon pulled out the thorn and held it out in a pair of tweezers for me to see.
“It’s good that you came to see us so quickly,” he remarked. Otherwise the cornea may have absorbed the thorn and built up a protective layer around it. Like a cocoon or a callous around a thorn in the skin.
And how did the thorn get into my eye? Who knows? My theory is that it may have been the tip of a pine cone. God know Elizabeth has certainly collected bags of them on this trip. And I helped her pick out some. Which is how I discovered that they have prickles. Whatever it was, I had evidently unwittingly removed it from the National Park. 🙂
Spectacular morning scenery
Back to Yosemite the morning of Sep 12, what a difference a thunderstorm and a little rain can make. They washed away the smoke from forest fires that was lingering all over the Park yesterday. The morning glistened and sparkled in bright sunshine.
On our way back out of Yosemite, 72 miles one way, we saw all of the interesting sights again, but in reverse. And what a treat it was.
Elizabeth even suggest (a mild) rock climb – at Olmsted Point, the place from where you can see the Half Dome down in the Yosemite Valley.
And she even waded into the Tenaya Lake. Both were bold and unusual moves for her.
We also marveled at the almost snow-white color of some of Yosemite rocks (and the entire hillsides). Mover over White Cliffs of Dover, here come White Cliffs of Yosemite. 🙂
Here some panorama pictures, courtesy of Photoshop, from our morning drive through Yosemite…
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