I visited Yosemite for the first time in a long while, this last weekend with my family. As I enjoyed the magnificent beauty and peace I remembered the visit Michael and I had with Jeff a few years back, bouldering up rivers and bounding off-trail - sitting in the great meadow with beers and a scope to watch Jeff's falcons.

I spent an afternoon meditating along the Tuolumne, listening to and feeling the soft breeze and thinking of him. Thanks for all the beautiful hikes Jeff, and for being still a strong presence in the wild.