Work has been eating up literally all of my time lately, but I did manage to take a hike along the Merced River near Yosemite a few weekends ago. I went with the intention of wild-flower-spotting, but given the current California drought crisis, it's not the best year for wild flowers at all. Instead, I just enjoyed the green upon green, before the foliage quickly turns back to gold once the rains subside. Sometimes I forget whether California is the "Golden State" because of the old gold rush or instead as a euphemism for its rolling hills of dry, crisp vegetation in the vast majority of the year.