Traveling with two kids means missing the sunset by mere five minutes because of a pottymergency and a subsequent discussion on who may help with the seatbelt and if, only because someone can do it, necessarily means the family has to wait until he may do it every time a special someone gets back into the car. View was still pretty: Tioga pass just before they closed it for the season.
After gaining almost 4,000 feet yesterday, I expected to find those same sweeping views that I'd found here so many times before. I spent nearly an hour waiting for more visibility before heading back down. Then things finally began to clear up as soon as I moved below the treeline. It felt like a stark reminder that the mountains don't owe us anything. Nature moves at its own speed, with or without us, and there will always be so much you can't capture with a photo. At the end of the day, it's about loving what you do, not loving the way it looks.