It was a beautiful day and the air was crisp as the sun was setting. I was rushing to get back to camp at Wawona before dark. I found this gruesome scene and I had to pause. What was the backstory here? There was some obvious struggle, and this poor sap was not victorious. Perhaps it was the high of the hike and the remarkable glory of this fella’s watery grave – I was somehow filled with joy at the scene. I’m sure he had it coming.
Location: South Fork Merced River, Yosemite National Park, California