Amazing and only a short hike! Doable for kids and seniors! You can get so close to the falls and…read morefeel the mist and get pretty wet Rainbow under the falls, I have a feeling this is common here? Happy place!

Yosemite is a tough nut to crack in terms of crowding and cars. We got very, very lucky pulling…read moreinto Bridalveil Falls parking lot and finding parking. (We were not so lucky the next time trying to find a spot for Mirror Lake Trailhead.) I think people have a better chance here to find parking because it is such a short hike and people come, see, leave. So give it a shot! The hike is short and sweet. We were already feeling the mist from the falls as we drew closer to the viewpoint. Then it just became breathtaking. As my son put it "Who knew water just falling off a ledge could be so beautiful?" We were here to experience the height of the water flow. Rainbows were abundant. It is a magical experience.

At an intersection of farm and industrial, with a railroad right of way next to it. Maybe this plus…read morefarm country is why Noone has tried to buy or use eminent domain to take this guys edifice and acre, even for road widening. The grass is uncut around it so it is a foot deep marsh of water I wouldn't touch. I found the story on this guy and will attempt to post one of the links..the mexican store women caddy Corner to it claimed the usual "I'd nt know I don't connect to American culture" bs. Not cool. Then they saw a symbol I was wearing, suddenly in Spanish and then MIRACLE in English they shout.. George was a Mason! Hillarious how the impact of that design seems to permeate so many minds. They then said his most beloved items were buried underneath it. (monument) Now I've read the same info online. 68 ft high. Tallest around! Typical for Cali, it's a monument of a dead white rancher 1900, so there isn't enough money according to the Merced County government or court house "to maintain it or insure it, as much as we would like to".... Call it a monument to gay or ethnic or women rancheros and 50 agencies and Pepsi would have come forward and cleaned it up and said they were proud to sponsor it. Luckily George left 1,000 bucks in an annuity, which just barely covers the yearly property tax. For now.. https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1988-07-26-mn-6442-story.html

It's okay? It's random and you can see it as you're driving to Yosemite on HW140. It doesn't have…read moreto be something you stop for but it's pretty messy. Graffiti and litter are everywhere. It could use a clean up. Learning about the history was interesting tho! Basically the dude had a complex and wanted something that was going to last with his name on it. Super random.

Formerly the Leconte Memorial Lodge, renamed the Yosemite Conservation Heritage Center in 2016…read more This is the original visitor in Yosemite. Built in 1903-1904. These days it still serves as a information and educational center with a great library and kids activities. In the evenings on weekend they have free programs by artist, historians and photographers to name a few. This is a seasonal building only open from early May to late September. Staffed by volunteers of the Sierra Club. A must see stop during your visit in Yosemite.

this library is awesome. The building and grounds are very attractive and peaceful. the staff is…read moreextremely accommodating. You can visit the children's area which is full of all kinds of cool books for all youth categories. They have a place for kids on computer. They have movies and DVDs. And a very nice selection of books. if you want to purchase a book, they often have ongoing large used book sales. If you can't find what you want, they can usually get it for you from another county's library At no cost to you.They will call you when it comes in! Best library I have ever visited.

Great, large selection of books. Very professional staff, who all seem like they really enjoy their…read morejobs. I love going to the library, and since I moved to Mariposa, I spend much time here. Why? The atmosphere is calming, friendly and welcoming. It's like going home...in a good way.

I love visiting Yosemite. So many beautiful trees and waterfalls. There are also some historical…read morebuildings. One ancient building is the Post Office. Built in 1925 there is a historical feeling. I ventured inside and sent off a card to my pen pal in Germany Karen. It's the most interesting spot I sent a postmark from. Postal worker was very friendly and told me how old the building was. The first Post Office I ever visited was in downtown San Diego. I was amazed you could put envelopes in the slot and it would go to the address on the envelope. The E St Post Office was built in 1937 so it was a youngster compared to Yosemite's.

Goodbye. It seemed like such a permanent, concrete word and for just a moment, it jumped off the…read morelinen stationery and into Daisy Degnan's mind. It rattled and echoed for only a moment before she let it form in her throat and roll off of her tongue. "Goodbye," she whispered. No one there at the Yosemite Post Office heard her say it, but saying it out loud made it real; the act of saying it out loud somehow made it less scary. She closed box number 321, and still clutching the letter, made her way outside. She turned too quickly in her plain, navy blue dress and looked down to watch the flour shake free from the pleats, dissipating into the breeze of Yosemite Valley. She watched as long as she could, until each little particle disappeared, floating upwards to El Capitan, Half Dome, Yosemite Falls -- standing outside the post office she could see them all towering around her. They were old friends. Protectors since birth. Why had she ever left this place? "Miss Daisy Degnan left Yosemite Valley Thursday for an indefinite visit in San Francisco," the newspaper had said. She had memorized it, not because she was particularly fond of the Mariposa Gazette, but because it was all she had ever wanted and it was the fulfillment of that dream; the black-and-white embodiment of her desire to get out of her mother's bakery, and out of the Valley, and go to the city where there were automobiles, dress shops, and even an honest-to-goodness French baker making real baguettes. So, against her mother's wishes she had packed her canvas backpack and taken a ride all the way down the bumping roads to the train station and purchased a ticket to San Francisco. A loud crack suddenly broke her gaze and she looked back towards the post office. It was just the door slamming into its frame; although the post office was still new, the door spring had already malfunctioned and there was no easing it back after it opened. Every time someone went in and out, the door would slam against its frame before slowly sliding back into place. It was 1925 and they could make automobiles that drove all the way from the city to her Valley, but they still couldn't make a door that didn't slam like that? Her mother would be needing her soon in the bakery. She had loathed those peasant loaves as a young woman, and had wanted so badly to try one of the city's proper loaves when she arrived. But when she finally found the Parisian baker and tried his baguette, her heart sank. She found herself longing for the family recipe; Yosemite imparted some kind of magic into each round boule, and she missed it. That was the first time she wondered if she had make a mistake. Before making her way back to her mother's side to help with the next batch of dough, she needed to go see The Old Man. She promised it would be a quick visit, but she also knew that with him, there was no such thing. She followed the road, crossed over the bridge, and headed back down underneath the stones to his shores. "Old man," she said to the river, "he said goodbye. I mean, I didn't want him to. I wanted him to come to me, and for us to live all those dreams we had..." she trailed off. The Old Man quietly took all this information in. This particular stretch of emerald pools was her favorite, because more than riffles, falls, or rapids, the pools of the Merced always listened, but today the muted gurgles urged her to say even more. "Please don't make me say it," she pleaded. She didn't want to say the thing. The true thing; that thing that neither time, nor distance, nor any goodbye letter would ever change. But already she knew she would have to say it. That urge to speak truth was strong; It was the same feeling she had when she finally admitted that leaving the valley had been a mistake. It was the kind of truth that flowed even stronger and swifter than the Old Man and had to be said out loud because keeping it in would eventually shake down the very walls of this valley. She sighed, drew in a breath, and spoke her truth: "I love him. I will always love him. And he didn't choose me." She unfolded the letter and looked one last time at the angle and curve of his initials, and then closed her eyes and released the letter, with its hopes, and dreams, but also with its burdens it to the river. It slowly circled the eddies, and once saturated the cool waters of the Merced carried it out from the grass, over the rocks, and out of her sight. "Goodbye," she whispered, and turned back to the trees of Yosemite Valley where the sun was shining once again. **Author's note: Daisy Degnan is a real person, as cited in the newspaper snippet. Her mother Bridget, ran the bakery in the early 1900s and there's even a cafe called Degnan's Kitchen in Yosemite still today. The rest is fiction, but The Post Office is my favorite place in Yosemite and this is the only way I know how to paint a picture of how I feel every time I go in there.

This 'Post Office' is part of the store at Tuolumne Meadows. There is only a walk-up window on the…read moreoutside of the building. You can buy supplies, eat a burger, and mail postcards all at one location. Many people use this post office to have resupplies sent for backpacking trips along the JMT and in YNP. This location provides many of the same services found in a full location. Normally I would give one more star for the convenience factor except for Michael. Michael works in the post office handling packages and providing customer service. Whatever you do, do not make him angry, or he will refuse to help even at the urging of a National Park Ranger. He definitely has a serious control issue. Based on my July 18th encounter, and his red face, I believe the USPS should be concerned about this employee 'going postal'. The sad thing is that I even submitted a complaint to USPS which they completely ignored.

We came through while backpacking a month ago ish and needed to pick up our resupply. There was…read moreunfortunately a pretty serious issue in that someone had covid (or likely symptoms) so they closed the Store AND the burger place - big problem for backpackers counting on those things for their 200+ mile hike!!! Michael was an angel to all as far as I could tell. He made sure that folks got their resupply boxes and that those who NEEDED food could get it from hiker box supplies. He made sure folks were informed about the unexpected closures, and how to get to Mammoth for supplies if needed and so on - and he was pretty much on his own for handling everything he could around there. I appreciated his help, his good attitude and ability to make things work and help everyone. Thanks Michael as I told you and wrote above, you're like an angel to the PCT/ JMT backpacking community! :-)

There's a new teen section with bean bag chairs and drawing activities! What a fun place for teens…read moreto hang out!

I love this Library! The staff is wonderful. The selections are great. Their intra-library system…read moreis amazing. Can't say enough good things. My husband and I read around 6 books per week and love knowing there are lots more available to us through the Oakhurst Library and the extended system.

OMG. You can Eat in the library. YES!!!! I know everyone…read moresaying it, but it is awesome. Being from LA, the LAPLs do not let you eat, among other things. The view of the campus is really nice as you get up to the 4th floor. I would say the higher you go, the qieter it gets. 2nd floor is all noisy! Well, not noisy, just noisy for a library, with people texting, on their phones (if you can get service), dancing, etc. The 3rd floor is quiet with a bit of noise. And of course the 4th floor is the Quiet Zone. I went up there and stayed until about 11:30 to study and it was great. I did great on my 1st Bio midterm, so 4th floor is the place to be when you need to study. Also, the library has 300 laptops available for checkout, which is great because sometimes I don't feel like going back to my dorm room, and I don't have a laptop. And the Lantern Cafe downstairs sells really yummy food like Mediterranean Pasta Salad. Also, they are the only place on campus that sells my favorite: Pomagranate Cherry Sobe LIfe Water! Too bad it closes at 5:30pm, even though the library closes at Midnight. ANDDD whatever you buy from there, you can eat in the library! :) The only downside to the library is that it closes at 6pm on Fridays. BOOO HISS!!! Other than that one thing, the library rocks!

For a library that's only 5 years old, UC Merced's is does a really good job at getting the…read moreresources that you need. Their ILL (Inter-Library Loan) system is phenomenal. You can pretty much have your hands on any book from any UC library in a matter of days and can keep it for a year or so. Their laptop loaning program is used extensively. Their collection of printed Journals and books on hand isn't huge, but you can't hold that against them in lieu of massive budget cuts and how new the school is. They've got at least 1 cool aquarium set up on each floor (awesome!) and some neat museum-ish displays every now and then. My only complaint is the lack of La-Z-Boys. Must have the La-Z-Boys in a school library, or at least couches!