Below is a posthumous letter I wrote to Ansel, delivered by "AirMail" as he'd passed away some 23 years previously. It tells a lot about my relationship w/ Ansel.   To: Ansel Adams From Larry Janss Date: April, 2007 Via: Air Mail, I suppose My Dear Adams,   That's how Steiglitz always opened all of his letters to you; with "My Dear Adams." How simultaneously formal and personal; I'll be the same.   So, my old and absent friend, we had a swell presentation of "Yosemite: Journey of Light" the other day and the Ventura County Star was kind enough to publish a fine article followed by an equally fine review. They told the before story and the after story. There is another story. There is a story I want to tell you. I wanted to tell it to you when you were still alive, but you got away. Specifically, I wanted to tell it to you on the day in 1980 when I drove you to Yosemite in your big white "Zone V" Cadillac, but you'd fallen asleep. So, instead, let me tell you now, some 27 years later. It's the story of how you first moved me and when I think we first met. It was sometime near bouts 1955; I was 5. Every winter, we'd visit Yosemite, staying with Aunt Mary Tresidder in her apartment on the sixth floor of the Ahwahnee. We'd daily drive up to Badger Pass, strap on our old leather boots, ratchet them into the bear trap bindings of our wooden skis and spend our days tangled up in the rope tows and T bars. I, being 5, was always relegated to the back seat of the automobile for the hour-long drive to and from the ski area. I always made it my business to wrangle the starboard seat for the morning drive and the port seat in the afternoon, and for a good reason. See, there was this one particular stretch of road, straight as an Ahwahneechee Indian's arrow, bordered on both sides by a long stand of huge, towering pine trees that created [...]