It’s approximately l2:51 am as I type… and I have to be to work at 8 am and to Edmonds for a meeting by noon, so I’m headed to sleep very shortly to hope that somehow I can shower off some of the grime before tomorrow (or, rather, later today) because there’s nothing I can do about all of my bruises and wounds (I look like the loser in a cage fight, to the untrained (aka, inexperienced with week-long climbing trips) eye).
The very short version is that the trip was… wonderful. No other way to say it. We had a good small group this time, just me, Vic, Shawn and Alex. The snapshot is that we missed the turn for Tuolumne when we came into the park in the week hours of the morning after driving all night… so we sleeping-bagged to watch the sunrise in the El Cap meadow our first morning in Yosemite. Climbed several fantastic days in Tuolumne, then had an ultra classic day of five-star climbing at Lovers’ Leap ending with a sunset ascent of the three-pitch The Line (5.9) done in two pitches and a hike out from the East Wall by moonlight. We headed home this morning and made good time… after a slightly punchy trip home, we arrived at Shawn’s house, the jumping off point. When we approached his driveway, there were emergency vehicles in the neighbor’s driveway, and there was a murmur in the car about the emergency vehicles. We pulled into Shawn’s driveway, and the dialog went something like:
Me: “Um, Shawn … your backyard is on fire.”
I don’t remember what the rest of the dialog was, but Shawn and Alex hopped out to turn the garden hose on the brush fire… I moved my car to make room for the firefighters that pulled into the driveway right behind us.
Long story short, the fire gives Shawn an excuse to sleep on his deck tonight rather than returning to civilization immediately like the rest of us. I’m back at home… bruised, battered, and a little bit shell shocked that I have to go back to my real life in just a few short hours. Stay tuned for the trip report which will surely be a whopper even without photos… since we were a party of four, there wasn’t much time for photography this time around. Now, I’m off to sleep in a bed, in my apartment, which just seems so bizarre after this many days on the ground in my beloved sleeping bag. I’m going to miss the stars tonight and the sunrise in the morning.
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