By the end of summer, the Merced River is at its lowest point of the year. The meadows are turning golden brown and waterfalls are a quiet whisper. The valley seems to be preparing for a long winter sleep. On this evening I was hoping for El Capitan to light up below the trailing edge of the storm that was passing through the park. I was happily surprised to see Cathedral Rocks and Leaning Tower bathed in warm evening light.