After a few miserable workweeks in LA, Cody and I headed north to Yosemite to fill our little souls with the best climbing in the world.
We quickly found Yosemite climbs to be crazy hard. The glacier-polished rocks offer few handholds and thus, force you to jam your limbs into cracks and smear on virtually nothing to get up walls. Climbs here require extra water, mosquito repellent, patience, balance and a tolerance for crowds. 5.9 climbs feel like 5.11s. Everything is trad and nothing is easy.
We spent two solid weeks bumming around Camp 4 at night and battling it out with classic climbs like Bishops Terrace and The Nutcracker during the day. My body has never hurt more. I think I was even less bruised after my Mount Shasta fall than my stint in Yosemite!
Feeling defeated and dehydrated at the end of our Yosemite stay, we made our way to Tahoe in hopes of cooler weather and easier climbs. We were also super excited about having a real home to live in for six weeks!
Tahoe without snow is a whole new world. Our winter home base was now barely recognizable and full of so many more activities than we had imagined. Climbing and mountain biking had been our original priorities this summer, but sitting on the shore of the lake while drinking beers, floating down the Truckee River and barbequing became priorities as well.
Big Chief, Donner Pass, and Lover’s Leap gave us days of great climbing. Northstar gave us days of great downhill mountain biking and the abundance of peaks and alpine lakes gave us great days of backcountry hiking. The one drawback to this ideal location is the plethora of people, “gapers” as locals call them, that pour into the Tahoe basin every day of the week.
Looks like next stop is Boulder, CO for a Wilderness First Responder course with NOLS. Can’t wait to be outdoor safety savvy!