Forget everything I said yesterday about gratitude. Today I'm just crabby, hold the gratitude. Blech.
I'm in the mood to get away, but my go-to-the-snow plans for the weekend have been foiled by ridiculously unseasonable warmth across California. 80+ degrees in Santa Rosa yesterday! And it's supposed to be in the 40s and even 50s in the mountains all weekend. Not so good for the snowsports.
So, instead, I've been looking at pictures from last summer's various travels, dreaming of escape:
Bryce Canyon, from the rim:
Arms wide open in Bryce:
Tenaya Lake, early morning:
Yosemite High Country:
If only I were there today. Anywhere but here. . .