When we woke to our second day of hiking, we learned that a bear had walked through camp the night before. We had heard some banging around and one of our group had yelled out in the middle of the night, "Get out of here!" The bear didn't seem to find much, but Ryan was a little concerned as he was sleeping on his own in his one-man tent. But he knew that as long as he didn't go to sleep with a bacon sandwich in his hand, the bear was highly unlikely to come and visit him.
After the success of our first day, my boys were very ready to hike. We were a larger group as more families had shown up the night before. Our goal for the day: to hike to the top of
Cathedral Peak. Those of us who could make it to the saddle could decide if they wanted to grapple with ropes and belay lines and climb to the peak. This picture is from Wikipedia and shows the peak much better than any of my photos.

We began our hike from the Cathedral Lakes trail but didn't stay on it for long. We headed on a smaller, climber's trail that took us to the base of the mountain. That part of the hike was our usual style of hiking; through the woods, along a gorgeous creek, then gorge, then creek again, across rock and through woods. It was gradual uphill but our legs were a little tired from the day before. And then we started to climb.
The picture below is of Connor climbing down the slope. I was too busy trying to get up it to take any photos going in that direction! Notice the ground. We are hiking on tiny pieces of granite, some as small as gravel, some like marbles, some as large golf balls. It made for very interesting hiking going up. When we reached larger rocks, we had to choose carefully where to put our feet, as some large rocks were loose. One young man actually knocked one loose. We heard the yell, "Rock!!" and learned that you should hide behind a tree or the closest large rock and not try to look to see where the rock is. We had no problems seeing this one about twenty feet from us. It bounced down the mountain side like one of the boys' bouncy balls. Scary.

After a long and challenging climb up, we all reached the saddle of the mountain. Connor and I were elated to make it so far. This was Class 3 and Class 4 on that Yosemite scale. Ryan was chafing at the bit to go further! So on he went to the Class 5 part of the climb, with Ralph and the crew. I had a hard time letting my oldest go it on his own, but I knew that he had a lot to learn on the rest of the mountain and that Connor and I were at our max.
Unfortunately, I don't have pictures of Ryan at the top (I'm hoping to get some soon) but here is a picture of the mountain that I took. Ryan sat at the top of this and looked across the world. He told me that it was not an easy climb and that he was nervous and scared at times but he trusted his instructor, listened well, and was rewarded with feelings of accomplishment, pride, and awe at the beauty of Yosemite.

So while Ryan was hiking up, Connor and I started our hike down. It took a long time! We planned our route and slid on rock and scree. Slow but sure, we made our way to the bottom. On the way down, we found us a
marmot!

When we finally reached the bottom, Connor got it in his head that we needed to beat the others back. Now, it had taken us an hour and a half to hike down. I knew that the others would make it in half that time. But we started some serious hiking. On the way in, we had stopped at least four times to rest. On the way out, we didn't stop once. Connor hiked his heart out and at each landmark he said, "They didn't beat us to the creek!" and "They didn't beat us to the big rock!" until finally he could say, "They didn't beat us to the end!" This was a great success for my seven year old since he had been at the back of the hike for the last two days. And, fifteen minutes later, the first of our climbers started arriving at the trailhead. The two ten year olds and the twelve year old hadn't had enough. They decided to run back!
Ryan was thrilled to find out that the first person to climb this peak was no other than
John Muir himself. And he climbed it on the same route that Ryan followed, though he didn't use a rope.
Lessons learned for the day - eating habits of bears, how muscles grow, geology, natural history, CA history, animal habitats, perserverence, personal limitations, and teamwork. Not bad for one day.