Our pictures of Yosemite sorta fall into five categories: rocks, waterfalls, streams, woods and wildlife.
See? Big rocks.
This is the biggest rock of them all. El Capitan.
El Capitan and a stream.
El Capitan with the sun shining on it.
El Capitan is huge.
So's Half Dome. Here its summit is obscured by clouds.
It's a movie of Bridal Veil Falls.
Patty was impressed by the big rocks.
And by the crooked trees. This one is an "S."
Tammy and Patty are puffing their way up to the base of Bridal Veil Falls.
Tammy likes the wind and the mist in her hair.
Bridal Veil Falls up close.
That's Yosemite Falls, upper and lower.
The upper falls descends into a mini-glacier.
Patty likes the stream Bridal Veil Falls makes when it's all done falling.
And she really likes big rocks.
Peg likes big rocks too. What's the deal with this?
And this, I do believe, is the third big waterfall in the valley: Vernal Falls.
Cindy and Bill take it all in.
Peg's going to be up to her waist in snow pretty soon.
Yeah, see, we just couldn't stop snapping pictures.
Pictures from every angle we could think of. We knew there was no way we could bottle the beauty and take it home with us, but still we wanted to try.
Food. About time.
Food from the other end of the table. We met a nice park ranger who was keeping people from driving down the road to the Ahwanee Hotel, which was closed for renovations, and he let us park where we weren't supposed to park so we could have a picnic. Nice guy.
Greg's full now.
Bill and Peg and Patty and Charles and Cindy haven't yet looked down into the stream.
"Wait a minute," says Tammy. "What's that sparkling down there?"
"YE$$$$. I see it too," exclaims Patty retiringly!
What is it? What is it?
Sparklies. Golden sparklies. We're gonna be RICH!
Charles palms for gold.
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eye
Iron pyrite. Fooey.
Greg isn't giving up. He is sure there's gold in them thar hills.
Tammy's ready to quit, though.
But Greg leaps out of the bushes. "Get to panning, woman!"
Peg has found a beautiful stream where once there was a flood.
"Get to panning, woman!"
Peg hates to break the news to Greg that there's not much gold around here.
But there is a crow that seems awfully friendly.
Greg has abandoned his dreams of golden riches and has made friends with a crow.
So we were driving down the road when suddenly a giant coyote appeared beside the car.
Seriously, the thing was huge. But Greg chased him away.
Moss. Some of us were fascinated by moss.
We determined that it didn't always grow on the south side of whatever it grew on.
But it looked pretty anyway.
And it grew everywhere. Down here ...
... and up there.
But what's the deal with the twisted trees?
Doesn't matter. We're having a great time.
In spite of the devil coyotes.