Aspens, Glen Aulin, Yosemite, California
I've always wanted a chance to photograph the high country of Yosemite under a respectable blanket of snow and I got my wish for an entire day in late May of 1988. Ordinarily the Tioga Road is closed for all such events, but a very heavy storm of unusual cold hit while I was on a short backpacking trip down the canyon of the Tuolumne River. I had the flu but when I looked out of our tent at first light that day I went crazy and spent all day running around the place taking pictures. I was so excited I didn't even mind when my camera case slid away from me down an icy granite incline and dumped several of its delicate goodies about. I can assure you, such a mishap is a rare occurrence and only the anticipation of fine transparencies could numb the pain of rock against aluminum. The snow stuck in the trees all day. The walk back to Tuolumne meadows was...white.