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We parked at the side of the road and got our of the car, giddy with glee. The mountains had tapered a bit around us and we felt foreign in a landscape suddenly devoid of towering monoliths closing in on us from all sides. The novelty of a roadside grocery store was staggering, and I bought a six pack of Magic Hat and a mason jar with more excitement than would seem normal to an outsider. 

I’ve been living in Yosemite Valley for almost three months now. I flew here from New York with little more than a backpack, call a canvas tent my home, work full time selling tourists burgers and milkshakes, and count down the days until my weekends so I can take off - hike something, climb something, rinse and repeat. As a result, time moves quickly. And it only really dawned on me how different my life had become when we entered civilization to go eat at a local taco truck. Real food! A reason to put on clean clothes! Live music! Different scenery! What would have been so normal back home - stringed lights, a two-man indie band, an outdoor bar with picnic tables and crowds of young people that made me feel like I was back on a rooftop in Brooklyn - felt positively luxurious. And so we stuffed ourselves with carnitas, al pastor, and carne asada like kings, and happily retreated back into the valley, refreshed with food and life. 

1:32 pm     4 notes
August 25 2014
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[sierra nevada color scheme]

3:30 pm
August 23 2014
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Boulder wounds and morning tea

Boulder wounds and morning tea

12:47 pm    
August 5 2014
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succulents & rainbows

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August 4 2014
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On the off trail


"I have a proposition for you," J. said the night before. "Proposition" takes on a whole new meaning with this guy, and I was intrigued. 22 years old. Climbed el cap for the first time when he was 18. Conversations thick with climbing jargon, crazy stories from big wall life, portaledges and seventy foot whippers, dirt bagging and portering eighty pound loads for fast cash. But, his experiences all gritty and dirty and unglamorous and natural in a way that only people who give their whole lives to something can posses. No osprey packs and sparkling new gear, no patagonia soft shells and black diamond climbing helmets. Just some ratty t-shirts and an arsenal of stories of wayward adventures. So when he asked me if I wanted to climb to the top of el capitan by taking a hiking, scrambling, climbing route his friend had set up in the west gully, I responded with an emphatic "hell yes." 

His friend Richie was a climber who lived for weeks on end in little shelters and homemade bivys in secluded spots deep in the valley. He passed away a year ago in a climbing accident. One of those harrowing stories about an indestructible life coming to an unbelievable and illogical end. We were going to follow a trail he set up that wound up a boulder-filled creek on the west side of the captain, through wild brush and loose rocks, and up sheer granite faces. Totally off trail, no “trail” to even really speak of. That’s where adventure begins. 

Up and over boulders the size of small cars, trekking through a steep gully in a canyon that would somehow take us to the summit of el capitan. Richie’s cairns were still there to lead the way, as were the ropes he fixed to aid climbs up rocks with no holds. J. had never been all the way to the top of the route himself, so the trail seemed even more like a pilgrimage - a journey guided by the spirit of his friend that seemed to live in the uniquely piled stones that pointed us in the right direction, the worn ropes bolted into walls that probably only he and us had ever used. 

Summit. Fresh, light air and wind, blue skies. I lied down on my belly, peering over the edge, imagining the ascent, the top-out, the undeniable adrenaline, the jubilation. 


Then, scrambling over to the east ledges where those who have climbed descend, and I get a little taste of what it’s like when we rappel six-hundred feet to the ground. At the end of the day, my legs were beaten and battered and bloody and bruised, my chest a burnt red, and my hands dirty and blistered from the ropes. “Battle wounds” I later called them, as I hobbled off to pass out in my tent. 


7:58 pm     1 note
July 26 2014
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Early morning sunrise at tunnel view with A, followed by whole wheat chocolate chip banana coffee pancakes (!) 

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July 19 2014
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Life is simple

Life is simple

5:36 pm      2 notes
July 19 2014
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"We wanna leave by 10 to hitchhike up to Tenaya by noon, so try and meet us at our tent by 9:30" was the text I received at 11pm the night before, whisky in hand, listening to my roommate’s story of almost slipping off the edge of Yosemite Falls and already having plans to wake up at 5am to see the sunrise with A. Why not?

Note to self: pizza boxes make great hitchhiking signs. We were only out there (in the middle of it, cars buzzing past, curious onlookers, adrenaline from the thrill and laughter, one guy out there before us with “San Fran” painted on cardboard. “good luck’s” exchanged) for five, maybe ten minutes at the most when a rusty brown SUV pulled to the side of the road. We whooped and laughed, amazed at how easy it had been. Hungover couple from a farm an hour away. Young, tan, long hair on the boy, short hair on the girl. “The farm’s called Wondernut, you should come visit sometime” he said an hour later when we got out at the trailhead. We promised we would and headed off towards Cloud’s Rest, a sight I was glad to see again. Except, this time, the company of three, and the plan to hike back to the valley the same day. 

A long, sun-drenched nap on top of Cloud’s Rest before we sprinted back down to beat the dark - ten miles in three hours, right on time for pizza and beer.

5:29 pm     1 note
July 19 2014
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Early dawn amble up the wooded Four Mile Trail to Glacier Point

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July 12 2014
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12:36 am
July 12 2014
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