Last weekend Jeff and I went to Yosemite National Park for the wedding of one of his best friends. It was a tiny, beautiful wedding in a huge and magnificent park. I probably would have had the wedding in the warm indoors, or failing that, in the daylight so that the cliffs and trees and waterfalls could be seen, but that’s just fine, because it wasn’t my wedding.
But speaking of the dark, the first time we saw Yosemite was after sunset, and thus we were rather underwhelmed by the park. As we wound along narrow twisting roads, all we could see in the blackness was trees, more trees, and eventually the buildings of Yosemite Village — hardly my idea of a spectacular vista.
When we went back the next morning, we could hardly believe what we had been missing on the previous evening. I kicked myself black and blue that I had forgotten my camera.
But no matter; we will go back. No question of that.
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