Merced River

The Merced River runs clean and pure out of the south end of Yosemite. This is the view from our old campsite where we would come with our young daughter every other weekend in the summer to sleep under the stars (no tent needed, no bugs) for the eight years we lived in San Jose, 1976-84. At the time, we never dreamed we would have a teenage grandson whom we would bring to the river to snorkel with us in her clear, clear waters.

Forgive me for being mostly absent from your journals these last few days. Thank you for stopping by all the same.