Our first harvest was this week:

We took our bikes and rode them around the valley. Colin packed up our chairs and books so that we could get set up with our feet in the river to read all afternoon.

Huge Sequoias at Wawona.
Our last day at Yosemite, Colin and I hiked Half Dome. After an early morning trip to the Clinic in the valley and getting lost trying to find the trail up, we were on our way.
After stopping at the base of the rock for lunch, this is what we faced. I almost told Colin I'd wait for him here. That line of people on the left side of the picture are going up holding on to cables. Going up was pretty hard, but I was glad I didn't stay at the bottom once I got to the top.
Colin at the top with the valley below!
Going back down the cables is a lot easier, so I was able to smile some while we waited for others to come up around us.
So happy to be off those cables!
We spent the afternoon and evening at the Blues Festival, where Boone was drawn to swing the hammer. His first swing drew many oohs and aahs from the crowd.
And we ended the day on Sunday with fireworks. A lovely July 4th.
Civilization is littered with unsolved problems, baffling impasses. The best minds of the world are at the end of their tether. The most knowledgeable observers of our condition are badly frightened. The most relevant contribution that Christians make at these points of impasse is the act of prayer -- determined, repeated, leisurely meetings with the personal and living God. New life is conceived in these meetings.
- Eugene H. Peterson, from his book Earth & Altar