My Cathedral

Memory is a funny phenomenon. Sometimes it all begins with a simple idea or statement. We mull it over for a while, possibly overnight. We may come away with a connection we hadn’t made before.

This narrative begins with a connection between a PBS Nature special, and a mis-labeled 1972 photograph.

The PBS special was Christmas in Yellowstone. Narrated by Linda Hunt, it gives us a lonely, cold, beautiful view of Yellowstone in winter that few have ever seen.

I didn’t know how carefully PBS documents its Nature series. For as long as the PBS link lasts, there’s the equivalent of a small book here:

It is December in Yellowstone, and the days are short. Tom Murphy must make camp before dark. He is carrying everything he needs to survive — plus his camera gear. Jacket, mittens, emergency kit — Find out what else comes out of his 70-pound pack…

I caught a remark made by photographer Tom Murphy during this shoot. Strolling through a ticket of stunted high-altitude conifers, he said, “This is my cathedral.”

I knew what he meant. I remember clearly when I first fully experienced the understanding. It hit me with a rush. The trouble was, it later seemed I’d spaced out, and never had documented my journey through that valley with a photograph.

When I scanned my old Ektachrome slides around 1997, I was burned out by my 2000-slide scanning project and its constant “where was this?” references to the trail maps. I’d labeled the photo in question 07 Virginia Canyon.tif. It was a color slide of my 1972 Matterhorn Canyon backpack trip. But we ain’t anywhere near Virginia Canyon any more. Twelve years of confusion ensued.

I didn’t really access Matterhorn Canyon by way of Virginia Canyon in 1972. That happened in 1979, as documented in my slide show MatternHorn Peak. In 1979, the elevation gain was outside Yosemite, then passing through Summit Lake, and finally descending down Virginia Canyon.

On my 1972 trip I did it the hard way: uphill. This is actually shown on a map for the 1979 slide show. The panorama below was shot from a high point overlooking Virginia Canyon, but “07 Virginia Canyon” wasn’t. I confused segments of the two trips. Only the short leg from Virginia Canyon to Miller Lake was common to both trips.

In 1972, starting at Tuolumne Meadows, I began a full 9-day solo, the Matterhorn loop circuit. I worked my way from Glen Aulin up through Cold Canyon, McCabe Creek (briefly intersecting the west end of Virginia Canyon), up Matterhorn Canyon to Matterhorn Peak and Burro Pass. Below Sawtooth Ridge, I continued to Snow Lake and Rock Island Pass, camping right at the lake overlooking the stormy maw of the pass. I descended down Rancheria Creek to Seavy Pass, Benson Lake and Volunteer Peak. I then descended Rodgers Creek to Pate Valley on the lower reaches of the Tuolumne (above Hetch Hetchy). After crashing at Pate Valley overnight (so tired even the brown bears didn’t scare me), I began the horrible, hot trudge up the John Muir Gorge to Glen Aulin and back to the Meadows.

I use several images below to illustrate this story, and clicking on any one of them will give you a much larger image with good detail.

That 1972 trip did produce what has become my fairly popular and maybe even famous panorama shot. At full size, you will need to scroll around quite a bit to see all of the panorama. There is a lot of real estate in this unusual photo, encompassing all of Matterhorn and Virginia Canyons, and Shepherd Crest at the far right.

click thumbnail for full pan image

You can spot Sawtooth Ridge as the jagged peaks near the top center of the panorama ridge-line. We are looking up 7 or 8 miles of Matterhorn Canyon to get this view, from the mouth of a pass that descends down into the canyon beyond the north side of Miller Lake.

Now, below, see the Day 3 photo and expand it. The file is labeled 07-Virginia-Canyon.jpg, (Click thumbnail for a 1280×863 for your desktop). Looking at the foreground imediately below this imposing mountain ridge, there’s nothing between us and the meadow. We’re right under Sawtooth Ridge. I mis-labeled that photo back in 1997, 25 years after my hike. There’s no way this photo was taken from anywhere near Virginia Canyon!

Glen Aulin

Day 1 only got me as far as Glen Aulin, as I’d only arrived by car at Tuolumne Meadows that afternoon.

Cold Canyon
Day 2 is usually butal on any hike. You “break in” on the first full day’s elevation gains and losses. I only made it halfway up the aptly named Cold Canyon, where I half froze to death. This shot is after sunrise the next morning. Note the rime frost on the tent.

Photo is Sawtooth Ridge regardless of file name.

Day 3, The Valley: Day 3 was a really long stretch. It got me over Burro Pass and well beyond. This is the “07 Virginia Canyon” shot that’s actually on the far side of the next canyon over: Matternorn Canyon. By the time I reached this unnamed valley, nestled under the protective fangs of Sawtooth Ridge, my day was a little more than half over.

Trailmarker duck

As if you could get this far and not know the way, someone had marked it with an over-elaborate “duck” (usually, three marker rocks piled upon one another).

My Cathedral

At this point I was already tired. An endorphine rush, similar to “runner’s high”, had set in. I was (almost literally) on top of the world. I stopped for a moment and looked about me. I was surrounded by a natural park, manicured by nature; I was a guest in its garden. It was at this point I realized: “This is my cathedral”.

And clearly we’ve come full circle to a better understanding of photographer Tom Murphy’s remark. Yosemite is not Yellowstone. I and my little Rollei B35 were not Tom Murphy with his awesome camera and lenses. But I knew what he meant. I’d experienced it too. And I rediscovered the photo that documents it.

As the decades slide by like a canoe on rapid water, many memories rush by from view, perhaps never to be regained. Yet others stamp themselves indelibly on the understanding, like first sight of those island universes hanging in the eternity of night sky. The difference, I think, lies in the uniqueness and quality of the experience. The impact of that valley is one of those that never fades.

Alex Forbes ©December 25, 2009

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