Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.
Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood.
"Find your line, and climb it."