For many years--decades, in fact--I kept having this recurring dream of walking up a very steep mountain composed almost entirely of solid rock. It may have been that I was having dreams influenced by my childhood trips to see Stone Mountain near Decatur GA where we lived when I was in grade school.
But in my dreams it wasn't exactly Stone Mountain. The color of the rock was always darker--more toward the yellow/orange spectrum than the pale granite of the Georgia plutons. Finally, a few years ago (after I'd stopped having this recurring dream), I saw a photo of this place:


It moved high on my list of places to see. Hopefully we'll stop there on our way out to Kings Canyon/Sequoyah and Yosemite National Parks in two years.
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