When I decided to launch this website, I knew I needed dope content and action shots. So being the natural salesman that I am, I convinced my cousin and best friends to take a weekend trip to Yosemite National Park to kickoff Summer Sixteen. All Summer Sixteen. All Summer Sixteen.
I got the dope pics, as you’ll see below, but this was also one of my first nature-y adventures. I’ve recently gotten more into the outdoors and few things top Yosemite on the west coast.
The distance between Reno and Yosemite is under 200 miles. Somehow, someway I convinced my boys to take the much longer, but “scenic” route through the mountains, instead of the California highways. Welp, I almost puked my guts out on the way due to the insane amount of curves. It was awful, but indeed, very scenic.
Before adventuring through the wilderness, the fellas and I Stone-Cold-Steve-Austin chugged a couple of Steveweisers to get the blood pumping. My then-roommate Edgar promptly embarrASSed himself with a piss-poor chug and lost the little respect I had left for him.
Once we found a parking spot after an hour of desperate searching, we explored the great outdoors. It was also here I realized I left my GoPro SD card in Reno… I thought long and hard about feeding myself to a bear, but thankfully, cooler heads prevailed. Good thing, too, because my cousin Vero lent me her Samsung Galaxy’s SD card and we were rocking from then on.
Eventually, we ventured through hell and highwater to the top of Glacier Point — which has an elevation of 7,500 feet or so. Along the hike, I could’ve sworn I was about to reenact the Leo DiCaprio-flick The Revenant. But apparently there’s no grizzly bears out in California. I also drank random water on the ground after running out of my own. Three hours and many “positive vibes” later, we fuckin’ made it. The view at the top was insane, truly gratifying.
In an attempt to stage the most awesome picture ever, Alex and I climbed on a steep ledge and I all but shit my pants. Looking below from that rock was the scariest moment of my life. My legs felt like spaghetti, sweat starting dripping from my ass, and my mind was racing. Welp, near-death moment aside, the picture ended up being totally worth it as I proceeded to rack up Facebook likes out the ass and even use the same picture on this site.
After the hike up and back down the mountain, we gained back the weight we lost by downing my favorite Round Table pizza at the Airbnb crib we rented in the nearby town of Bass Lake. Bonus footage, originally broadcasted live on Periscope — inside the Airbnb crib, we check out the haunted ass attic, then Edgar and I remake our junior high days and fight 1-on-1.
All in all, it was a bad ass weekend, man. I’m excited to do more adrenaline-pumping nature stuff in the near future. Bet your ass I’m going 1-on-1 with a bear next time.