My Dad strikes again. He unearthed and scanned in an old image lying around the house, this one from a trip I took to yosemite with an old girlfriend during college.
I remember it was a winter in California where we got loads of rain and snow, all the way into May and June. This was during the first week or two of June, and you can see snow on Half Dome and El Capitan. A couple days later, we drove down to Kings Canyon/Sequoia National Park, and it snowed so bad we got stuck.
Looking at the picture also reminds me I should probably grow my hair out again.