When we drove into Yosemite,
everything more than fifteen feet away from us was obscured by a thick layer of
mist. It was like entering another world. On a narrow, winding road, we
headed further into the park, where the tops of steep cliffs were completely hidden behind fog. The next day, I woke up prepared for more cold weather, but the sun
was unobstructed. As beautiful as the scenery had been the day before, I was eager to see
Yosemite on a clear day.