Speaking of languishing - where the heck is Brad?
He's around; he just got back though from another four days in the high country (couldn't resist - my trip with Katie got me all fired up to get some more High Sierra time before the snow flies). Solo backpack trip in some of the clearest conditions I can recall.
I summited Molo Mountain (intricate class three from this point of view):
From there, on the far horizon, as clear as can be, God knows how many miles away across all of Yosemite and then some, Mount Ritter and Banner Peak (in the Minarets!), Mount Lyle (with the glacier), and Mounts McClure and Ansel Adams (named from left to right).
And that's Emigrant Meadow Lake in the foreground (I spent night two there - windy but it had such a great feel). I watched a bald eagle fly by as I sipped my morning coffee:
Of course my four-leggers joined me. The only thing that could have made it better was having one or more of my two-leggers with me too, or, even one or two of you from here on Mudn'Crud