August 6 and 7, 2016

One of the best things I’ve ever seen; you in a backpack, strapped to your mother’s (and my) back.

We hadn’t been to Yosemite yet, despite having lived in the great state of California for over four years. We figured there’s no better time to see it than an impromptu trip in August.

We were wrong. Not only are the waterfalls not nearly as spectacular, but it’s also remarkably hot. Something that you took exception to (I don’t blame you, you run hot like your old man).

Despite that though, you were a champion, the whole trip, with ne’er a cry or peep, and Yosemite was still as beautiful as I imagined it. Below are a few pics. I’m sure you’ll see the entire album at some point when you’re older when your mother or I show you those boooooring family trips and such when you were a babe.

Love you buddy,

Dad

My two favorite things. Me and you making faces at each other in a meadow. A hoard of Chinese tourists who couldn't get enough of you. :) Yosemite Falls. That hair, so sweaty, and so hot. Why not cool off with a pickle? You, laughing it up on mom's back. You. Were. Tuckered. Out.

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