Whenever I hear the term mirror lake, I think of Lake Matheson. That’s when you know I have grand expectations. Semi-lost in Yosemite and unsure of what to do next, we chance upon a wooden sign that says, “Mirror Lake, this way –>”. It points to a shady, a bit elevated path. Not a difficult trek, I think to myself. I push Daniel’s stroller to the top as the path gets steeper then realize that the 0.6 mile distance on the sign is inaccurate: So far, we walked 1.5 mi already, a relatively short hike in hikers’ terms. I shouldn’t complain.
Half-naked tourists at Mirror Lake, Yosemite, in the summer
We arrive at the lake an hour later and we see a bunch of people casually wade in the water and sit idly on the sand. The presence of rocky mountains and Half Dome rock tell us we’re in the right place, but the muddled up marshy meadow says otherwise. I don’t see any reflections in the water. I don’t see Mirror Lake. [Read more...]
