It’s late Friday Night when James and I drive slowly into the campgrounds. The entrance booth is closed, but a whiteboard covered in names and numbers tells us where we need to go: “OLLER - Site 56A”. James pulls forward and guides us along the bumpy dirt road to our campsite. Before unpacking & pitching the tent, I wander down towards a nearby river.

As my vision slowly adjusts to the darkness, a fantastic scene reveals itself to me: A massive granite dome, glistening silver in the pale light of the moon & stars. I’m reminded of the overwhelming nature of Yosemite.