When I was about 7 years old, I went to Yosemite National Park with my family. I have a pretty awful memory in general, but I do remember bits and pieces of this trip fairly well. I remember that my dad, and two older brothers went to hike up Half Dome. I was too little to tag along, and I was pretty sad. Other than that little bit of sadness, I remember everything in this region being so grand.

Twenty five years later, I made the trek down back towards Half Dome, and it was just as grand as I remembered. There wasn’t as much snow in the valley as I had hoped, but it was still incredibly pretty.

Here are a few of my favorite photos from this trip.