Okay, so it wasn't actual sunrise, which had been the goal. We watched the Ken Burns National Parks Special a month ago, so we were definitely primed for Yosemite. I remember sitting in high school, listening to teachers read from John Muir and daydreaming about rose-colored rock domes sitting majestically on their planet. Now we got to see some! As you can see, we could not get enough pictures of precariously-perched babies--how cool are they? Patagonia, take note. Or maybe we'll use them for the cover of our "traveling with toddlers" guide that we plan to write together. We learned a lot, mostly coming up with responses for all those "You guys are crazy!" we kept hearing. Oh, and we each got to chase away a bear, as well as view one up a tree one cold morning. It was truly great for us to get out and live a little, especially since our love of woods and mountains is one of the things that brought us together. Here, we feel most ourselves. And having extra diapers to change and mouths to feed doesn't change that one bit.
