moss on a tree.
jarrod's first attempt at injuring himself.
there's el capitan (or "the captain" as jarrod insisted upon calling it). jarrod also pointed out an orange tent clinging to the granite face. how people climb, let alone camp on that thing is beyond me.
the mighty merced river. in most everything i read prior to our trip, the merced was described as a peaceful, lazy river, however when we were there it was basically a raging death trap. yay snow melt!
there's our chippy. the fog lifted a bit on our drive back to the campground and we were treated to another show of beauty.
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