First summer trip to the valley last week. Accompanied with my kindred spirit Taylor Pedron. We sang and talked and made weird noises all the way to the joyous land, and a second home. Driving away from the city, my lungs filled with fresh air; i smelled the sweet aroma of camp fire; arrived at the tunnel and I felt home. My heart warms whenever I'm in the valley. I don't know what exactly it is that makes me so happy here. Maybe it's the fact that when I gaze up at the giant granite monoliths that surround me, I feel so small. Small, but still part of something amazing. It might be surprising for some of you, but it makes me feel closer to God. My faith is something that I've struggled with for a long time. But, every time I take trip to the valley I am reminded at this beautiful earth, every blessing I've given, and my heart is at rest. If only for a little while.
I missed Ben, it was so weird being in the valley without him. I don't like it. lol.
We stayed mainly at sunnyside bench. Met up with Lisa, Mike , Gavin, Herb and his two sons. Tay and I both did our first 5.10 crack: lazy bum. Fun was had by all. Yosemite Falls was raging. It gave us a nice mist while we were climbing
On the way home we took a detour to Bass Lake, waded around the water and headed home.
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