Yosemite. Wow.

We've purposely avoided coming to Yosemite in the summer, because everyone goes on and on about how ridiculously crowded it is, which doesn't really sound like a whole lot of fun. This turned out to be the perfect time of year to come. We hiked for hours and only saw a handful of people.
It was my first time ever setting foot in the park, and let me tell you, the views are astonishing. It blows your mind imagining glaciers carving out this valley, and leaving massive rocks soaring out of flat ground.On the way out of the park, we stopped at the Mariposa Grove of giant sequoias. I've seen big trees before, but these guys were jawdroppingly big. Astounding. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I just love feeling so small in this amazing world. We must come back soon.

One bummer today was that we discovered, definitively, that Clara is extremely sensitive to altitude. We've had our suspicions for a few years now, since every trip to Tahoe has resulted in a lot of stomach complaints. We were hoping it was just coincidental. But nope. Definitely altitude. She suffered miserably as we walked through the sequoia grove at 5,600 ft, but she was fine beforehand, and afterward. And yesterday, while we were galavanting in the snow, bouts of nausea kept forcing her to sit down for a few minutes to regain her composure. :( Poor thing.