8/22/10

Day 234: 1/2 dome

It had always been on my bucket list(s) to climb Half Dome in Yosemite. This huge, 8,836 foot tall piece of granite has eluded many for years as "perfectly inaccessible." Then someone climbed it once and suddenly it was the in thing to do. Anyways, this weekend was spent in Yosemite with the sheer goal of conquering that 7 mile up, 8.2 mile down hike that spanned an elevation gain of about 4,800 feet, and while we had our doubts at some point, we knew we got this...
...bitch.
The trail doesn't waste any time and already starts off as steep as hell. Less than a half mile in we were already panting and stopping to "take pictures."

The trail then breaks off and turns into some fairly steep rock stairs that just keep going...

and going...

...until you reach the top of Vernal Falls. The worst part about this part of the hike is the presence of the Emerald Pool, an oasis-like pond that would be perfect to dip your aching feet in, were it not for the fact that you can't swim there anymore.

The trail continues along a slight incline through the trees until we find ourselves at...
dammit.
...more of these damn rock steps.

The most heartbreaking part about it all is that at the top of those endless rock steps, you realize you've only gone about 2.5 miles:

The trail continues through some misleadingly flat meadows (the calm before the storm, so to speak) until we reach a multi-mile zig-zagging uphill descent through a trail up the mountain.

After at least an hour or two of non-stop inclines, you get a decent view of Half Dome from behind to serve as a reminder as to how far away you still are, and how steep that climb up the rock is gonna be.

A short foray through an uphill shaded trail and after surrendering the tickets required to climb Half Dome to the ranger posted there, we find ourselves on the final stretch up to the rock...
dammit!
...more of those damn steep rock steps.

The trail of steps ends eventually and we find ourselves just scaling what's called the "sub-dome" directionless, hoping that we don't climb our way off the cliff.

We eventually reach the top of sub-dome...which is where real fun begins:
In case you can't see, those cables that are running down the side of Half Dome are the only way up to the top. They're spaced about 3 feet across to allow the climber to grip both sides on their ascent or descent. There are poles that hold up the cables every 5 or 6 feet up with planks of wood to provide some sort of stable surface to stand on. You need gloves to hang on to these wire cables, because a good amount of your weight will be lifted with your arms. If you slip and fall or let go, it will be a long way down and you will for sure fall to your death. The cables must be shared for both those going up and coming down, and when passing through, one must let go of one side of the cables and hang on for dear life. They expect you to make this climb after you've already finished hiking 7 miles uphill...

And it lasts for about 900 feet up.
but hey, no pressure!
With every step up, I find myself growing increasingly more tired, fatigue setting in faster with every breath of rapidly thinning air. I avoid looking down at all costs. I desperately needed to take a break from climbing, but I knew that the longer I stayed hanging there, the worse it would get. Thankfully, the top is eventually reached...


It's already 4:30 by the time we reach the top (we started at 9:30, by the way). It's deserted up here and we're the only ones. It was a bit unnerving, but overall still was kinda cool.


After a few obligatory funny poses on the edge...

...and after taking care of some business
oh yes he did!

We made our long 8.2 mile descent back. By then it was already 5pm and the sun was rapidly setting.


We must've hiked for a good 3 miles in 2 hours in pitch darkness with only a few small flashlights leading the way. 12 hours after starting our journey, we finally made it back to the campsite, where lukewarm Coors Lite in a can awaited us.

Although about 50,000 people climb Half Dome a year, it doesn't take away the sense of accomplishment we all felt at the end of it all. No doubt that it was both mentally and physically challenging (and torture on the knees, too). Not just anyone could have gone on this hike and expect to make it all the way. But dammit, we survived.

I happen to throw around the phrase "I can die happy now" alot. Cases in point:

"I won a cookbook in a raffle tonight. I can die happy."
-May 14, 2009
"I just got a shoutout on ucla radio...I can now die happy"
-Jul 14, 2009

But after crossing this one off my bucket list, I think I actually mean it this time (until the next time I decide to use this phrase again).

8/21/10

Day 233: yo-se-mite


Our first day in Yosemite culminated with a short, 1 mile warm up hike to Yosemite Falls. The increase of elevation was only maybe about a few hundred feet, but at the end of the trail, there were some rocks you could climb across to get to the base of the waterfall.
...and do really cool martial arts-esque poses on top of
At the top of the waterfall was a little pool that people could jump in and swim in to invigorate their senses (by which I mean scream out in pain since the melted snow water was still freezing cold)
"it's coooooollllllddd" -my cousin


BONUS, kinda unrelated picture to the general theme of this post:

Boy, some people are really roughing it out here.

8/20/10

Day 232: chevy cobalt


En route to Yosemite! Hopefully my shitty compact rental car can make it up the mountain...

8/19/10

Day 231: frustration


Excuse me sir, but you may direct all your complaints to Transit.511.org. The sign is not going to answer your questions.

8/18/10

Day 230: secret garden

What my pictures of the day have been as of late:

Look up! A pretty ceiling with nice windows and possibly plants in the foreground! Or a view from the top of some building or cliff that looks off into the distance:



Next I describe the picture with(sometimes) witty banter that describes the location and why it's significant to me.

In this case, this is the courtyard in the middle of my new office building that remains hardly touched and visited except by the few office tenants who know of its whereabouts during lunch.

Look at that, like clockwork.

8/17/10

Day 229: back to school...kinda


Ah, community college. Society's current last resort for the unemployed to fill their empty and otherwise unproductive days (believe me, I saw it firsthand).

Thus why thanks to the influx of these former professionals turned incoming students, the City College of San Francisco has dropped my admission from last spring semester for "inactivity" (I just didn't register for any classes, is all!) and won't allow me to register this semester. Thanks!

8/16/10

Day 228: left out


You mean there was cake in the office and I was not informed?

::sniff sniff::

mm9


Um, this is the sexiest song that was ever written.

"The bathroom? It's not lit and it smells like feet"
-KV

8/15/10

Day 227: I think I'm finally in shape...

...my legs aren't even burning anymore after my weekly hike.

Our last Sunday hike before our foray into Yosemite and Half Dome brought us to Castle Rock in Saratoga.

I know I always put a view of the horizon when it comes to my Sunday hikes posts, so to change it up a bit, here's a picture of me looking down:

8/14/10

Day 226: nostalgia

While perusing through my storage unit today, I came across 4 old gems.

If you're expecting me to post a picture of spiky haired, big chain-wearing teenage me on here as well, too bad. Why would you want to see a thing like that?

Besides, I already did last year.

Day 225: off the grid


Off The Grid is a conglomeration of at least 21 mobile food trucks that gather together every Friday night at Fort Mason in San Francisco. Coming off the recent influx of the popularity of mobile food fusion, this mobile marketplace consisted of the likes of such trucks as Senor Sisig, Kung Fu Tacos, Soul Cocina...

Although honestly it was hard to tell the difference between the carne asada fries and the sisig fries and the $9 ramen probably wasn't worth it, I'd have to say that there were enough choices there to get me to come back again (and again, again, take a break for a week, and then again).

8/12/10

Day 224: big maller


With my ongoing "Prettier Malls Than Yours" series, I'd like to continue with the San Francisco Westfield Center located in downtown. A bit of overkill if you ask me, but nothing's too good for a Nordstrom and Bloomingdales, I suppose.

Day 223: bp


Hey Arco, this isn't exactly the kind of thing you wanna be advertising right now...

8/10/10

Day 222: work theatre


Check out the awesome big screen TV we just installed here at the office. I suggested we also set up a blu-ray, a Wii, and possibly a surround sound system, but nooo...it has to be used to track real-time traffic data via the revolutionary public service at the website 511.org. Boo.

8/9/10

Day 221: the league


It's not so much that I'm surprised to see something like this, it's that I'm surprised to see it in San Carlos.

Let me tell you a little about San Carlos. It is an affluent small residential suburb located between Belmont to the north and Redwood City to the south. Its population of 27,000 whose racial makeup is 80% white has a median income of $140,000. This is modern affluent small town America, people.

So clearly, that's why they keep it so classy.

mm8


Just some classic Wyclef, in tribute to his recent announcement to run for president of Haiti (yes, seriously).

"have you seen the first aid kit? it's like, fully stocked. I can't wait to get hurt"
-SC

8/8/10

Day 220: the extra 'b' is for 'byobb'


You can only see 12 of the 15 grills that were actually going, but hey, admit it, you know you're jealous of my family bbqs.

8/7/10

Day 219: pacifica, ca


Today's weekly weekend hike brought us to the site in which the Europeans first laid eyes upon the Bay Area on the Portola Expedition.

They then proceeded to rape, pillage, conquer, enslave, and impose religion upon all the original inhabitants here.

8/5/10

Day 217: allow me to explain through interpretive dance


It's the first Thursday of the month, so the San Francisco Art Dealers Association hosted the First Thursday Art Walk downtown.

While I've never failed to mention in this blog that sometimes, I just don't understand some modern art, I've learned that in order to really appreciate what's going on in these people's heads is to just use your own imagination and interpretation.

The title of this piece is "Split Ribbon." I think not. I see "giant pieces of bacon...possibly hickory or maple"

8/4/10

Day 216: fun wednesdays


How many people can say that they play volleyball with their coworkers everyday at lunch?

I mean, I still can't. I wasn't dressed for the occasion so I just played badminton. But still, I find it fairly fortunate that thanks to my internship, I'm able to enjoy the best of both the private sector (relatively good pay) and the public sector (a laid back [read: lazy] work atmosphere).

8/3/10

Day 215:the leftorium


Stonestown Galleria in San Francisco is such a pretty mall, at least when compared to what I'm used to in Hayward.

8/2/10

Day 214: that new office smell pt. 2


What helped with getting the day by quickly at work after my week-long vacation was the fact that I happened to be in a new office (which makes it seem like a new job!...kinda).

Still not happy that I had to wake up for work this morning though. Sigh. Speaking of which, have you ever been away from work so long that you'd forgotten what you even did there? I think I'm teetering at that point right now.

mm7


Motown Revival's golden child Raphael Saadiq has better tracks out there, but I'm particularly partial to this one this week.

"chicago? you gon' freeze to death!"
-MS

8/1/10

Day 213: with my legs still burning


Why I agreed to go on a hike immediately after arriving late last night from a long vacation which already involved miles of walking and standing in line in 90+ degree humid weather, I'm not sure.

But it was nice. No better way to clear your head after a roller coaster of a week (pun intended) than with a tranquil perusing through the woods at Strawberry Canyon in Berkeley.

Oh damn. I have to go back to work tomorrow.