I can't pronounce Yosemite without repeating the word in my head as "Yose-might." It's probably from coming here as a kid in one of the more idyllic aspects of my life when, for a few days or a week my family - my parents, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins - would spend some time camping, hiking, hanging out, sitting around the camp firiand generally spending time together. These camping trips are now a part of family lore: when Jillian sprained her ankle coming down the mist trail, mom's 'before' picture captured at Mirror Lake by Uncle Dick, when the bear ripped the window off our mini van because dad and Uncle Dick forgot a package of bacon in a cooler. Even though we can't make these trips happen anymore, we still treasure these times together and the park represents those good times we had together.
This weekend, my brother, dad and I spent some time in the Valley. Here are some images of Yosemite:
This weekend, my brother, dad and I spent some time in the Valley. Here are some images of Yosemite:
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