Cathedral in the Mist
Tunnel View in November — when Yosemite wears her most sacred veil. Snow dusts the granite giants, autumn lingers in the trees, and mist flows like spirit through the valley floor. I’ve laughed, loved, and been transformed here. This isn’t just a place — it’s a home for the soul.
Tunnel View in November — when Yosemite wears her most sacred veil. Snow dusts the granite giants, autumn lingers in the trees, and mist flows like spirit through the valley floor. I’ve laughed, loved, and been transformed here. This isn’t just a place — it’s a home for the soul.
Tunnel View in November — when Yosemite wears her most sacred veil. Snow dusts the granite giants, autumn lingers in the trees, and mist flows like spirit through the valley floor. I’ve laughed, loved, and been transformed here. This isn’t just a place — it’s a home for the soul.