Every year about this time I look through my entire archive of negatives looking for the shot I swear I took looking up at my ceiling of the apartment in Pasadena where I was living when I took this photo. I can't be certain that this isn't the same mistletoe I climbed up the tree to take home with me. I may have taken a chunk from a tree outside NP boundary. But this Christmas, 1984, I had mistletoe. Didn't do me any good. But I had mistletoe.