Something rather rare may happen in Yosemite Valley tonight: A moonbow across Yosemite Falls.
The idea of a nighttime bow, created by light reflected from our planet's lunar sidekick, appearing in the tallest waterfall on the continent, makes my wonder-hungry head spin.
Why am I posting about it here?
1. MOONBOW!
2. The Wilfair books have a lot of love for majestic, strange, amazing California. This qualifies.
3. Yosemite Valley is just over an hour from The Redwoodian, in the book universe (the mountain lodge sits near the national park's eastern edge). If our Wilfair peeps happened to be at The Redwoodian on the night of a potential moonbow, they would have to drop everything, and I do mean everything, from shuffling sleepy movie stars around to throwing bread to brain kissing to philosophizing on the nature of everybody winning and nobody being sad, get in the motel van, and drive straight for the moonbow.
4. Once there, there would be talking about the moonbow. There would be talking about the moon. There would be talking about eternity and the cosmos and vast ideas and intimate handholding and where someone can get pancakes in Yosemite Valley at 11 o'clock at night.
