Blessings of Tuolumne

Stellar's jay morning, squawking to the rising sun. Out of tent and dive into hot cocoa in tea. Talk of stories in the early morning sun that slowly warms the mountains. Everyday a view of the breathtaking Lembert Dome and sprinkles of the rushing Tuolumne River. Two friends sketching by the water, capturing in color what's in their heart. Tubing. Catch and releasing baby trout. Two friends laughing and reminiscing, basking in their love for Tuolumne Meadows.

A perfect place then and now.

An ascent to Gaylor Lake. Alpine drops, deep basins of granite and shale, spongy grass and a few seagulls soaring over the water, and in the reflection, he floats on the grayish, blue ripples. Collecting butterfly wings and wildflowers-- Indian Paintbrush, Alpine Daisies and Ranger Buttons. Surrounded by an army of peaks. A bounty of beauty. 

Push hard up to Hoffman, sun baked and tired. Lessons of overcoming obstacles. Believing you can do more than you think. Marmot, marmots, everywhere! The view is a payoff, as you become a fleck of dust in such a vast universe. Jingle with the ghost of a tambourin on the descent. 

Tuolumne Meadows at sunset after a mountain rain. Golden glow sparks into pink and orange and purple. Following deer and stars. Breathing it all in. Enough to chill my soul with dazzling blessings of being a live.

I am blessed with a life-long friend and the love we share for this place.

Thank you again, Tuolumne Meadows.