When I was a teenager I remember returning to Yosemite with my dad and brothers (Missy, I think you weren’t there). Though where we stayed that night is lost in time and the fog of other memories, I have one scene etched in my gray matter…often coming back to me.
We arrived on the Valley floor, in the dead of night, all of us exhausted and quick to bed down. That morning when I awoke, still sleepy I left the trees for the parking lot near the Yosemite Lodges to find my toothbrush in the trailer. I got 4 car lengths into the lot before I opened my eyes all the way and looked up. The view of the rim of the Valley took my breath away. I’d seen it a million times before and again, like a wack in the gut the sight struck left me gasping (well, almost). The point is, it’s beautiful there folks. Always has been, always will be.
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