It was time for my tri-decennial trip to Yosemite, having not visited in over thirty years. Someone, and I won't point out that it was Mia, made overnight reservations at Yosemite Lodge, plunked down the money, and commandeered my schedule, so off we went at 5 am driving through night and dawn until we reached the tunnel entrance to the Valley where we gawped and blinked at the amazing, never-before-photographed (except for millions) vista of El Capitan, Bridalveil Fall, and Half Dome in the distance.