I celebrated my birthday in January with a trip to Yosemite. The beauty was breathtaking: it had just snowed, and the trees were dusted fairytale-style in crystalline, glittering powder. Only a bobcat’s tracks were in the otherwise untouched snow before me. Wisps of mist, backlit by the morning sun, suffused the air with a sublime golden light. There . . .

You have reached content available exclusively to Point Reyes Light digital subscribers.

Receive a 3-day free trial of unlimited digital access.

Already a subscriber? Login here.