Saturday, October 13, 2012

Big Drip

We left a different Yosemite than the one we found. Clouds obscured the peaks, rain poured down, and waterfalls began running after months of being dry.

We took a walk through the clouds in a grove of sequoias. The trail signs spoke of listening to the sounds of the forest, but never mentioned the one we heard most: drip, drip, drip, drip.

And still, even with the clouds and rain, Yosemite was as spectacular as ever. What a great trip this was.

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