I spent two beautiful and memorable days in the lovely Tuolumne Meadows in Yosemite National Park this past July. Although the time spent was short, I caught that quintessential glimpse of what John Muir encountered while in Yosemite.
I'm pictured here (as taken by my companion Evan), hiking to the peaceful Elizabeth Lake. We traveled from Puerto Rico and were not expecting the chilly weather of the high sierra here in Yosemite. Thus, we spent our nights huddled for warmth in the 37 F but rejoicing in the day time for that awaited 80 F . I'm pictured with other jackets, scarf and hat dangling from my pack - expecting that rush of cooler weather as the night takes fall.
It's difficult to describe the beauty of Yosemite; we've had trouble expressing it in words to friends and family. I believe the postcard-style pictures speak volumes.