Back in Yosemite

Oh, how I’ve failed so miserably. I seriously thought id be able to escape this vortex of climbing mania and I surely could have if I didn’t ironically end up back in the worldwide hub of climbing. So here I am back in the Sierras and you know I’m not fucking complaining as I drove through tunnel view I got the same feeling I did the first time I drove through years ago and of course I have no words when looking up at these granite monsters. I’m always speechless, admiring the sheer beauty this place offers. It’s a magical place that carries such a special place in my heart. It’s both peaceful but chaotic here where you can lie by the river one day soaking up the sun writing in a journal and the next day find yourself 10 pitches up forearms pumped, sweat dripping down from your helmet and legs shaking like you’re trying to be Elvis. Im grateful to be back and I’m excited about what this summer has in store, whether it’s more climbing or simply enjoying one of the most beautiful landscapes Mother Earth offers by sitting at the river soaking up the sun and writing in my moleskin journal.