A misanthrope on vacation


The crowds here, the giftshops and fences and tourherds make me a misanthrope. Or more likely I already was one and today I’m getting ample opportunity to exercise this tendency.

It’s a little better once I drive to some of the viewpoints farther from the main lodge area — still crowded, but at least I can sit down and look for a while without somebody telling me to move because their five-year-old wants to take a family photo and I’m in the way.

Makes me want to go back to the low desert. Sure, killing heat. But at least I had the place to myself.

Moving right along.

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