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kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."
thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."
thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."
thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."
thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."
thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."
thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."
thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 
"Find your line, and climb it."

thedailysend:

kenetzel:

Two Days In Yosemite

I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.

Yosemite is our Mecca and Camp Four is our home. As climbers, this is understood. 

"Find your line, and climb it."

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