July, 1969, Yosemite Park, California. I took this out our car window against my father’s advice. We went to Yosemite as a family each year until I went away to college; my parents continued to go for many years after. Those were amazing years in Yosemite and we even experienced the famous Yosemite Firefall where park rangers got a pile of logs burning on top of Glacier Point and pushed the embers over the 3000′ cliff to the delight of the tourists below (well, not directly below).
Yes, we went to Ansel Adams’ slide lectures and met him numerous times at his gallery in the Valley.
Those were the days. A few years later I was back in Yosemite as a climber. Those were even better days.