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Counting Sheep in Yosemite, A Gamble Worth TakingThe air was crisp and cool, the scent of pine needles strong in the night. Adam lay in his tent, gazing up at the vast, starstudded sky above Yosemite National Park. The usual anxieties that kept him awake in the city seemed distant, replaced by the rhythmic chirping of crickets and the distant howl of a coyote. He tried counting sheep, a trick his grandmother used to tell him about, but the vastness of the sky made the numbers seem insignificant.Instead, he found himself counting the stars, each a tiny, twinkling diamond against the velvet backdrop. He counted them until his eyes grew heavy, and his thoughts drifted towards the days adventures. The breathtaking views, the challenging hike to the top of Half Dome, the delicious campfire meal shared with fellow campers they all painted a vivid picture in his mind, chasing away the worries that had plagued him for so long.As he drifted off to sleep, Adam realized that this trip to Yosemite was a gamble worth taking. It was a gamble on a change of scenery, a gamble on disconnecting from the constant noise of the city, a gamble on finding peace within himself. And as he surrendered to the gentle sway of the swaying trees, he knew that the gamble had paid off. He had found a place where he could count his blessings instead of sheep, and that was a sleep he could finally embrace.