A year after my last Yosemite trip, where I basically did nothing but lay in ElCap Meadow with a spotting scope because of a back injury, I made it back in one of the most beautiful places on earth. While most of this was a work trip (yes, my job occasionally had me do things like climb in Yosemite), my friend Kenny and I stuck around for a few extra days to get on a few more climbs.
Because the trip took place in the middle of November, we were really rolling on the dice on weather, and sure enough a snowstorm rolled through the valley the day before we got there. Everything on the right side of the canyon looked like the North Face of the Eiger, but the South-facing rock was basking in the sun, dried out fast, and was excellent after day two. At that point, the only bummer was 7 hours of daylight, and the draw of speed climbing became real obvious real fast.
After a year of physical therapy and very little climbing, I felt very weak during the entire trip. But, for the first time since last October, I managed to climb for more than a week straight with zero pain in the back, neck, ribs, or shoulder. It was an excellent bookend to a year that I’d mostly like to forget (from a physical standpoint). Kenny urged me to take a couple rest days when I got home. So, I counted the driving day as one, took another, and started training on Monday. It feels great to be able to go into the basement, thrash myself with an Assault Bike and Kettlebells, and be exhausted but uninjured after. I am so stoked to get back to my previous self.