May 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

There was a point in time this year when I recognized how much I’ve grown up.

I know, I know, I’m still a baby human, but I think I might be a baby human that has a higher likelihood of survival due to better overall decision making. I used to go boogie board right after a big storm, no life guards, a friend or two, just bustin’ balls for hours without food or water. I’d wipe out and take a gurgle of sea water, exhausted, and think “oh whatever, I’ll just catch one more.”

After our trip to Yosemite this weekend, I’m pretty sure that little idiot is still alive and kickin’ inside somewhere…

We got to camp, made lunch, and immediately started hammering Sierra Nevada’s (appropriate, I know) before going to hike Vernal Falls. Everyone was a little stir crazy from the winter and it felt like a flashmob crowd of people gallivanting down the trail like mountain goats and randomly climbing and shimmying up rockfaces. It was there that I ripped the third pair of pants that I’ve ripped in the last three months and ended up looking down at the trail on more than one occasion thinking, “How the hell did I get up here and how the fuck do I get down …”






Kickin’ and a gougin’ in the mud and the blood and the beer, as they say.


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