Last weekend, I visited Yosemite for the first time since January 2008. The drive into the park Friday night was bewildering, with snow flurries and dark, windy roads to contend with. But the next day, sunlight broke through the fog, melting away accumulated snow from overhanging branches. After watching me take about 100 photos that morning, Che said, "That's the happiest I've ever seen you."

Speaking of Che… as much as I like Yosemite Valley, I loved spending several uninterrupted days with him. He's a pretty amazing guy. 👬