On The Road 4

Sometimes a shitty morning coffee from a vending machine is all one needs to start their day right. I didn't have any posh coffee shop around the little town of Wawona by the south side of Yosemite National Park. But the one little town's market had the perfect cup of coffee to send this little coffee diva off to a glorious hike up Vernal fall and down the John Muir Trail.

We underestimated the hike's difficulty and the heat's exhausting streak, but nonetheless six hours of hike filled my phone with epic pictures and my heart with fond memories. Why else do we go on these quests into nature but to connect? To laugh? To love? To be challenged? And lastly -- to head back to the car feeling the weight of those six miles on a steep uphill in direct sunlight right on our feet. 

Back in our little cabin in Wawona, the heat followed along into this dated old craftsman, so we sat outside on the porch, lounging away waiting for the sun to go down and with it its heat. 

Navigating around planning a road trip with all the logistics at play, and soaking in the precious time with the mountain, the trees, the water and most importantly with EACH OTHER, demands patience; a quality I sadly lack. Will tomorrow bring an opportunity to rest, and observe and wonder, and relax? My feet need it, and even more so - my heart needs it. We go to nature to connect to it, and through it - to connect to our own human nature.