Among my most cherished childhood memories are the times my parents brought my sister and me to Yosemite. I grew up in a town less than two hours from the gate to the park entrance; we visited often. We came to the park so often that view from the first lookout after the tunnel on Highway 41 is forever in my memory. And the smell of Yosemite is as familiar today as it was when I was a little girl. Even so, it was nice to see that the view (albeit a bit hazy from a controlled burn in the park) is as timeless as ever.