Tuolumne was....it was. My hoodie still smells of campfire, I'm still a little sore from climbing, and I miss being out in the fresh air with nary a care. I just like saying "nary a care". I swam in Tanaia lake (sp?), lead two climbs, and ate delicious food that my mom and I brought from home. There is so much to write about, but I'm feeling a ( Read more... )