When you are born centuries later than you wished, moments like this were a blessing. The years I spent in Yosemite were well spent. Sure we had cars there, but many areas were only found/traveled via foot or horseback. I loved riding this stagecoach. The driver was kind to the stock, and loved his work. Taught the passengers many things, as they rode through the tunnel, and traveled back in time.
One of my many photos (taken with disposables)
