Bee-yootie
2002-04-22, 1 a.m.



Just got back from a whirlwind (why is it I can't use that word without thinking of Barney and the first Simpsons Xmas episode?) tour of the beeyootie that is Sequoia. Snowy hikes and the freshest of fresh air. Wind in the trees and the concerto of birds, from high and squawky to low low and barely bird-like. Chipmunks. Deer. Mama bear and two babies. Lupine and the sweet sweet smell of orange blossoms perfuming the air into and out of the park.

Da Beauty

Da Bears

Da shnow

Cootch

More later. Sleep now.



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