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Show 1. INTRODUCTION As I was sitting in the morning sun in front of the McCauley cabin last summer, I wondered when I would ever finish this book, or whether it was even worth writing. I was not alone with my thoughts. Jesse, my infant son, was learning how to stand, and was vocalizing his problems. His song harmonized with the voices coming from the flicker nest high in a lodgepole pine. Valerie, his mother, had been ranging the range for a couple of hours already. She had left when the frost was still glittering on the meadows. Now it was mid morning, and the day gathered its warmth about it. In Tuolumne Meadows one is never alone with one's thoughts and that is what makes it home. Every day seems to share itself with its participants. One never gets lost, since the landmarks seem to cluster themselves around in unmistakable cordiality. Fairview Dome, Cathedral Peak, the great shoulder |