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April 20, 2015

Yosemite…in the moment, 2015.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 11:05 am

IMG_3234 IMG_3241 IMG_3247 IMG_3250 IMG_3237But for today, I am learning to be in the moment.  BLOG…I will catch you up on the adventure stories from these past years.  But for today, I am with Paul. And we are scaling a trail that takes us up the granite walls and to the top of Yosemite Falls.   It’s a mini section of Kilimanjaro type intense hike up out of the valley floor. Though nothing of the intensity of hiking high elevation, this is as wicked steep as any hike could be.   That’s 1000 feet per mile and a 3,000 foot climb just to the top of the rim of Yosemite Falls. Do gym stair masters or squats and lunges get you ready for the pounding that much vertical up and down will be? The roads are still closed for the winter season up to Tuolumne Meadows, so we hiked there. These few days were epic, and the hikes were memorial. We have to admit. Man, the quads and the soles of our feet are sore, but can you beat the views!!! Yeah, California has an incredible backyard I had almost forgotten about.  Today.  I am thankful to spend time in Yosemite with a  man that balances a business and a love for the outdoors.  He said we could ditch Los Angeles and get to Yosemite Valley in less than 6 hours.  I didn’t believe him so he proved me wrong.IMG_3187 IMG_3205 IMG_3180 IMG_3241 IMG_3247

Yosemite is in full SPRING and is stunning, as it IS one of the world’s wonders. The Yosemite Valley was benefitting from this past trickle of a storm. It at least gave it a dusting of snow to feed the falls. The dogwood trees were doing their best spring display. I am so thankful to be the ‘fit’ type that would blast up there just to hike and enjoy. You don’t have to be an uber athlete.  You just have to enjoy being outdoors!  Oh, the replenishing joy of sweating, carrying a day pack, eating cheese and crackers while the Sierra Mountains fan a crisp breeze through your hair.  Granite rock.  Sky scape almost too unimaginable. It was an epic day and a stunt well worth sneaking out of busy Orange County for.  I loved the opportunity.

But I need to share the drought in California is blatantly real. We ventured through Bass Lake to peak at the summer camp I worked at. The docks were laying on dirt. And in Yosemite , the Merced River that is snow run off feed and flows through the valley floor… is a meandering mill pond. California…every one of us NEEDS to start doing our part to CONSERVE. We are in  one of those  real kinds of times.IMG_3162 IMG_3207 IMG_3306 IMG_3310 IMG_3300 IMG_3178 IMG_3165 IMG_3221

A LOT to LEARN… wandering through Yosemite to Yosemite. Three years in between.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 10:45 am

As you can page back through this blog.  I based my journey to a marathon on every continent from Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  There, I knew I could re-train to scale mountains, jump streams, handle sub zero temperatures, and just heal the heart by being in wide open spaces.  I started on this path by putting most my life in storage.  I was 50. I hooked up a small trailer to my truck and headed northwest. My first stop was Bass Lake, to re visit  my college summer job spot at a  camp.  From there,  I went through Yosemite Valley and over Tioga Pass.  Remember, I ended up in Lee Vining, Nevada near midnight and the few motels were booked.  I drove on and got utterly lost in the middle of Nevada in the middle of the night.  My phone gps lost signal and I lost my way.  I spent the night in the bleak, black night in my over IMG_3178 IMG_3226 IMG_3274 IMG_3278 IMG_3279packed truck to awake on a vast, dry salt bed.  My road had been paved, became dirt, and dead ended here.  Here, being nowhere.  It took most the day to retrace and find the only highway across Nevada.  And in that day, I was corralled by a Nevada State Police to turn back and hole up in  a dinky town I think was called Jack Ass. (Oh, I think it was Jack Pot?)  A prairie fire was burning across Nevada and I would be safest there. I have since read that mid Nevada is one of the remotest places on earth.  I definitely, unwittingly found that out.

So back to Yosemite.  It meant a lot to me to return there, almost three years later.  Did I ever think my original trek toward Wyoming and  the continent marathons would take this many years? How was I to know? I failed to put a time limit on such a quest. But I don’t think you get to. Life doesn’t give you the window to look ahead on who you get to meet, what you will get to do. Nor does it tell you how long recovery will take, especially if you take a life course wtih no road map. To become the real quest this was, I had to really let go and as the saying goes, let GOD.  I have historically  needed to be in control. And my shucking the years of all my business  to do what most would never dare, (that is to just take off on a new turn) well…  this  put me on a life route that you can’t control, and of course, catapult you into the unknown. You are bound for  surprises.  And bound to find yourself lost some of the time.  I was definitely on a trip I  would not get to orchestra though I thought I secretly  could write the future lines of my life. I thought my actions of trekking would write a preconceived, precious story, not a precarious one.   I  was in a transitional consequence of my life and, to be honest, didn’t know what to do or where to go. So I chose to explore. This means inside and out.  I purposed this motion. What does the law of physics say about something in motion?  It is at least going to go somewhere.

That somewhere is my very real story still left to be told. It is my life.  It is yours.  I propelled my inertia with a theme.  I had always felt ‘fitness’ offered fit things and made a life that much more interesting.  Thus came the MANTRA “FINDING FIT”.    And  in finding FIT things to do,  the reality  became the beauty in finding self, albeit , through sometimes very raw, real, and very hard lessons. That’s the story  worth being told. IMG_3302 IMG_3226

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