Yosemite in winter. We'd been coming here for years with just a few families, building our own little tradition. This year? We got to welcome everyone else in and watch it become something bigger.
Lower Yosemite Falls—our first group hike as Outdoorithm Collective. Kids scrambling up boulders, families who'd never been to Yosemite just stopped in their tracks. The waterfalls. The ancient trees. The mountains that make you feel wonderfully small. Some of these families lived close by and had never seen it. And now here we all were.
At the John Muir house, we watched movies together, made s'mores at the fire pit, cooked meals side by side. Kids disappeared into the woods behind the house—that perfect distance where they felt wild but we could still hear their laughter echoing back.
We came with our small tradition and opened it up. And there it was—the village we'd been building, gathering around the same fire, making it bigger and brighter together.