“Bridalveil Falls was named for the mist that wafts off it when the breezes blow and which, according to the poetic, isolation-addled souls who get to name waterfalls, resembles a bridal veil.” .
Exhausted from wandering all day, my uncle, a native Californian, insisted that he at least show us a waterfall before we left. When we pulled up, the top of the falls were visible right away but from a photographer’s standpoint, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed at the time. This is what the great Yosemite is known for? The falls were barely misting. Ideally, seeing these falls in the spring would be best when the snowmelt literally pours over the top and roars all the way down (so much so that you’ll need a poncho from all of the spray). But little did I know, visiting in November had it’s perks too. Deciding to take a “closer look” (which in hindsight ended up being the best spontaneous decision that we ever made), we trekked through the woods and over a tiny bridge until we had access to the base of the waterfall. It was crowded, but for good reason. Not only were daring souls climbing through all of the huge, jagged boulders to chase a better look of the falls, but the entire area itself was covered in bright yellow leaves. This photograph hardly does it justice. I’ve seen yellow leaves in fall before, but these leaves were so vibrant and perfectly placed by Mother Nature herself that they tricked your brain into thinking you were actually surrounded by exotic flowers. This experience ended up being the highlight of my whole trip to California, and I almost didn’t even give it a chance. I guess the lesson here is, don’t judge a book by it’s cover... or a waterfall by it’s mist. @