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I’d never been to Yosemite before.

When we drove up, it was dark. Pitch black — that deep, thick darkness, only punctuated by stars — up a steep and windy road, up into the mountains, down into the valley. So, when I woke up and stepped out of my tent the next morning, the steep, dark cliffs looming outside our campsite shocked me — so massive, they felt almost unsettling.

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Climbing up to Glacier Point, the proportions from my campsite view switched — the valley below shrunk, while Yosemite’s trademark cliffs loomed even larger above.

Miles of steep switchbacks and crumbling granite trails left lots of time for thinking. But instead, I found myself leaving the constant strain of thoughts behind, only thinking of getting to the top.

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Which of course, was more than worth it.

I already can’t wait to go back.

xo

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