Thank you, Tuolumne Meadows, for taking whatever this day might’ve been and turning it into something awesome.
The news of Aunt Ella Mae’s passing yesterday evening brought a sadness (for those of us left to mourn) and relief (for her suffering).
And then my morning started off with a lukewarm shower, the smoke alarm going off, Craig trying his utmost (and almost succeeding) to set himself on fire, pellet stove ashes in my tea, and the beginnings of a sore throat.
‘Eh’ all around, right?
But my legs weren’t feeling quite as much like they were about to fall off into a big aching mass and I think I needed the fresh air, so I decided to walk a longer way to work through the Meadows. And I’m so glad for it.
I saw green gentians blooming and a killdeer and a juvenile robin. My first sightings of each of those in the Meadows. And that’s in addition to the usual stunning mountain peaks and deer and bubbling river. All things beautiful. All things peaceful.