I went to Graeagle, California.  I don’t know if the town has a slogan, but I’d like to propose mine. Graeagle: One of the most beautiful places you’ve never heard of.

There’s a small town feel that’s reserved for places like Graeagle, where every other restaurant name includes an animal: Grizzly Grill, The Coyote Bar & Grill and The Alley Cat Cafe.

I went for a couple of walks around the Mill Pond.  I didn’t walk down any boulevards or avenues; there were only roads and trails. I hope I find a reason to return there.

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Last weekend I went to Yosemite with a group of friends. I knew I wouldn’t be hiking much because my ankle was bothering me, so I accepted that I would see the parts of the national park that most Americans do — the parts within 1 mile of wherever there was parking.

My friends got married Saturday on a sunny afternoon at Glacier Point. That evening, the full moon lit up the valley and the face of El Capitan. On Sunday morning, we woke up to see that the world surrounding our cabin was covered in snow.

I’d like to thank my parents for raising me in California. And I thank my friends for exploring it with me.

Sunny on Saturday

Snowy on Sunday