Something happened during our last trip to Yosemite: we found an old friend.
It started innocently enough. We were playing tourist then – driving our car through the Valley and stopping to take ‘classic’ pictures of Yosemite.
But being around those massive granites made me realize something: we miss the mountains.
We used to climb a lot. Old memories surfaced: walking among beautiful sceneries and the smell of pines, getting breakfast sandwiches at Tuolumne Grill, getting lost while carrying 30 lb of gear, cursing under our breath because it was getting dark and we were running low on water…
Well, ok – not all it was fun. The relationship was bordering on abusive, really. But the point is: I miss it. Even the abusive part of the relationship.
(Because you get views like this)
I remember all the good times we had. All the 3 of us. I remember the old promises.
We promised ourselves we’d climb this…
and this – the most beautiful piece of rock we’ve laid our eyes on.
Because travel isn’t everything we do
There’s nothing as exhilirating as stepping outside to explore a foreign city for the first time. But topping up a peak for the first time comes close.
(Followed closely by sky diving, roller coaster rides, and stepping over the police ‘Do Not Cross’ tape).
We can’t travel all the time
Nor do we want to. Anything is funner when it’s not the only thing one does.
So what do we do in between? We work, we care for 2 geriatric and cranky kitties,
and we climb mountains.
We have many peaks to climb planned for the rest of the season, so watch out for mountain related photos and stories up next.