Crossing the Sierras, May 28

One muddy, soggy tent shoved into Mom’s Memorial Prius and we are finally ready to enter Yosemite.  One rainfall cannot ruin a day up here.  We see dogwood in bloom, unassuming, just on the side of the road. You can’t swing a camera without focusing on something magnificent.  It is too easy — and too… Continue reading Crossing the Sierras, May 28