Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
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It's hard to describe hiking through Yosemite. I guess you could say it's like being in a roadrunner cartoon, on one of those hairline roads that wind through the endless valleys of towering rock.
The temperature out there was close to freezing and made for a very interesting experience, having bright blue skies and huge chunks of ice gripping dark imposing walls of granite. We had to take a huge windy detour on the way in as a vicious landslide had took out the access road. Actually, it had smashed the highway to smithereens. The road simply stopped (replaced now by freshly deposited mountain) and continued on again about half a mile down. Amazing.
Continuing with the American theme a huge shovelling of greasy breakfast started the day. Sides were ordered (needed or not) including a special request by Andris for a bowl of gravy and biscuits. Gravy. And biscuits. This accompanied the bacon, sausage, toast stack and eggs, as well as his bottomless coke and water supply. Twisted curiosity had me sample the gravy and biscuits, which may as well be two stodgy scones smothered in an over-buttered peppery fatty bechamel. I really don't know how they do this day in day out. Marco's king platter (the '49'er') was paired with a double side order of finger thick pancakes drowned in syrup, which he devoured swiftly.
As for me, my metabolism's starting to shut down. My body's starting to say 'No! No more. Fkin stop already.' I'm literally craving health, absolutely salivating for it , but there's no real option out here other than to shovel down shit.
Our hike took us out along the river, past a lake and over to Half Dome, a towering monolith nestled up in the heavens, resembling a huge ball of cheese cut in half. The back of my neck ached from looking up at such a ridiculous angle the whole time. Between us, Marco and I must've said 'Wooooow' a good twenty or thirty times, while Andris blurted out 'GOD' well over a hundred.
By dusk we'd made it over to Yosemite falls, a two tiered smattering of nature. It was monstrous, especially considering it was so distant. I couldn't get close enough to compare it to the Sutherland's but then this is a different kettle of fish altogether. In fact it's silly to compare. They're all amazing.
Back at the lodge they'd got a bit of a band on, who were nothing write home about. Actually they were shit but the night turned out to be a good one, as we got to meet some great locals. Andris made the mistake of getting political and had his work cut out well into the early hours fending off some fierce female competition. Her husband Bryan had seen it all before and knew to give the whole thing the 'ten pound baby' (a wide berth.) He was a thoroughly good bloke, as were the other locals who'd turned up to hang out at the lodge for the night. Monica and her boyfriend were as down to earth as you can get and found it thoroughly fascinating as to why anyone would want to 'throw it all away' and go travel. I do hope they find out one day..