Danielle and I left Kings Canyon National Park and headed north to Yosemite National Park. When we arrived to Yosemite there was a huge line waiting at the south Wawona entrance on hwy41. The ranger told us there had been a one car major accident and that the road would be cleared soon for the line to enter the park. After hearing this I knew we were arriving into busy tourist season madness and being so late in the evening we would probably not be able to find a place to stay.
We drove into Yosemite Valley and I was not surprised to find that every single campsite in the Valley was full, reserved, and would be for the next few days. In finding this I knew that we should head towards Tuolumne Meadows in the High Sierra of Yosemite National Park. Though instead of going there that night I thought it would be best if we drove out of the Valley on the north side and look for free dispersed camping in Stanislaus National Forest to the west of the park.
The night had fully set in at that point and it was pitch black outside. We drove around on forest roads for about an hour until we found just the right campsite perched high on a forest ridge with a view of light from the urbanized San Joaquin Valley below. We made a tasty dinner while keeping an eye and ear out for Black Bear. After dinner we lied under the stars and talked about how being in the forest away from the crowd in Yosemite Valley made us feel like we belonged to another time from the past. We stared at the stars until we started to doze off, so we crawled in the truck and called it a night. The next day we would head to Tuolumne Meadows and leave the crowds of tourists in the valley below.