This past weekend, Sweetie and I went to Yosemite to join family and friends to say one last good-bye to Dad. We rose before dawn to drive up to Glacier Point. Just before we got there a bear crossed the road and ambled up into the pines.  The sky was already beginning to lighten when we arrived.

At the lookout, a doe met us as we walked up to the lookout point. She was not shy.

We called her our escort.

It was beautiful morning.

We said our good-byes in the place dad loved so much. Every summer meant a week in Yosemite.

As the sun began to rise behind Half Dome, the clouds became very apparent and I did what I could to capture them.

My brother and nephew gazing out on the valley, lost in thought.

Sunbeams through the mist hanging over Yosemite.

Before we left, we gathered for a group photo.

As we made our way back to the parking lot, our escort awaited us.

She was quite gentle and unafraid and I was able to get quite close to her.

She walked with us as we headed for the parking lot, and then, she walked off into the woods.

It was a perfect morning in Yosemite.