
Half Dome from Yosemite Valley.
My high school English teacher's husband, Marl, drove us into Yosemite National Park. "You sit up here, the seat for the person who hasn't been here before," he said to Bree, indicating the front passenger seat. Judy and I sat in the back of the Subaru. Through a tunnel, the valley comes hurtling into view. Bree's out the window, eyes wide. "I didn't know that places like this existed!"
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