After hour on planes and trains and buses I finally arrived in Yosemite Valley last night. The ground was wet after a day of rain but above the tall trees I could see stars and today the dawn was clear and cold. Despite the masses of people it was quiet and still as few were yet awake. I wandered through the silent forest and gazed at the reflections of the already sunlit cliffs in the waters of the Merced River. Soon I will take my first steps on the trail.