
We crash at a cheap hotel in Mariposa and suck up some free wi-fi the next morning to catch up with this here blog.

Yosemite hates roosters.

We run into our first snag on the trip. The ghost of Ansel Adams come out of nowhere and snaps the shutter sync cord for my digi back leaving me backless. So I've been shooting a lot of film, Adam Ansel style.

All of the campsites are full, so we spend most of the day resting and recouping from our Cali rampage in a little hut in the Valley.

Photoshop on the bottom bunk.
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