The Evolution of the Road.

Brentwood, California is where we landed. There resides Nammy and Boppy, my grandparents. Time was spent eating fresh, home-grown tomatoes under the buzz of ceiling fans, and playing cards in a beauitfully lit dining room. After this visit, a few things of old have become clear again: I have my grandmother's legs, and my two best friends really are like family. We lounged, slept in beds, swam in a pool, picked some peaches, and smiled a lot. Time well spent.

This morning we left for a back country adventure in Yosemite, that transformed into a pleasant cruise through the park along highway 120 East. This evolution of plans is due, tragically, to the loss of a grandparent (not mine, but Claire's). We all knew it was coming, but did our best to work with what we had for plans. Right before we commenced our long awaited hike, she recieved the news; Grandpa Clair had passed away. Ravens started squawking, but it was a welcomed and oddly comforting sound. Much like death, ravens are never wanted as company, but when seen in the right circumstances they become magnificent and beautiful. We drove a lot after that. All the way to a town called Keeler: population 50. No place to sleep there, so we turned around and landed in a comfy wester-style hotel in Lone Pine, California. Here we are, weary, sitting on a couch, watching Seinfeld, and fiddling with our cameras. Today was a good day. The Sierra Nevada is beautiful, and I doubt that any of us would have wanted to see it in any other way, or under any other circumstances.

Tomorrow we are off to Vegas.