Yosemite Park, Trip Report

The arrival 3:30 am, I pull into the dark, ghostly underbelly of Yosemite park. The sky is illuminated by the lights of the stars watching curiously over us as we gaze around into the valley. The Sky is dark, but dimly lit by the fairy like dots within. Just enough to contrast the alluring silhouette of…

The rocks that shimmer, (part 2) that night.

The rain had just began to trickled down, and the smooth, beautiful quartz mountain we were climbing had already become slick. Walking down the rock was now sliding down the rock. Feet first, we crouched and slid our way down, slump by slump to the bottom. We threw on our rain gear and began a…

The rocks that shimmer. Day one.

Shining rock, North Carolina. We through our bags over our shoulders, not quite sure to expect. The trail head stood before, tall and long on the mountain top. Clouds were rolling over, taunting, teasing, threatening us with an impending thunderstorm.  The maps were vague, and the mileage varied depending on what source you were referencing.…

When Nothing Goes As Planned (part 2)

The voices called, far from the distance, muffled from the sound of pounding raindrops on the thin tents exterior. Louder and louder the voices began, almost with a sense of desperation. The sky was black and the storm was beginning to worsen. Perhaps cries for help from stranded hikers lost in the bitter, painfully cold…

When nothing goes as planned.

As we neared our entrance point the sky cracked open and beautiful shafts of sunlight caved through the clouds. The subtle rays were enough to beckon us into the cold fall air. Tomorrow signaled the first day of October, and we wanted to be sure we were the first ones on the mountain. I began…

The Journey to Stone Mountain

There wasn’t much reason for haste at this point, as we were running a full two and a half hours late. The sun was slipping down the sky without regard for our plans to arrive at Stone Mountain North Carolina by 4. It was already 4:30, but the bags were packed, the gear was strapped…

Eyes

Sitting around the campfire, we laughed and joked about the redundancies of our normal lives back home. The air was cool, crisp, and delicious to our noses. The trees whined in the night, bending in the breeze and letting out ghostly creeks in the soft air. The lake shimmered with the soft reflection of the…

The Crests, Part 2

(part one is below) The sun began to tiptoe across my face as the clouds that traced the mountains finally began to move on.  The orange glowing inside of my eyelids gently woke me as the sun illuminated them through the mesh screen of my tents walls. Was it really morning already? It felt as…