My proclamation: life is what you make it.
The Uinta Mountains are pretty enough to make my heart bulge, overfilled, right up into my throat.
While it would be easier to have a Jeannie or a genie with which I could finger-snap-wish a snowshoe running trail into existence behind my house, there’s a certain joy in the effort of making one by myself.
I feel as if I’ve used this title before, but it’s perfectly appropriate for this blog post, so I’m using it again. Bryon and I took a four-day trip on snowshoes into the backcountry of northern Yosemite National Park a few weeks back. Snow-dazed we were, in the finest of manners. Enjoy this photo-journal from our trip!
Happy new year from snowy Yosemite National Park! May all your next-year dreams be on the farthest side of grand, on the crooked-er side of straight, and on the trouble-making side of mischievous!
