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Yosemite

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A couple months ago our neighbors mentioned in passing that they were going to Yosemite for a weekend. Brock and I over-enthusiastically mentioned how much we had always wanted to go there. They said, “You guys should come!” We booked it soon after, eager to see what all this national park mumbo jumbo is about. I’m still not convinced it wasn’t a pity invite, but I have no regrets because Yosemite was AWESOME.

First, there are mountains. Cliffs, really. It feels like you are stuck in a giant rock maze, but in the best way possible. It was cold and crisp most days. And guys, there was fall. I got to experience a season that is nonexistent in Southern California. The leaves actually crunched and there were colors. So. Many. Colors.

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Brock and I stayed in a little cabin in Curry Village, where all the hard-core campers come to brave the weather and live off the land (not us). We decided to forego the tents and take residence in cabin 5B. It had two small beds and a teenie tiny bathroom. I felt like I was at summer camp all over again, except this time I wasn’t in middle school in a cabin full of screaming girls (score). We cranked up our tiny heater and I sat right on the floor in front of it during the night while we played games. I am the reigning Connect-four champion. I’m putting that on my resume.

Each morning we would apply about a hundred layers of clothing, yet it was still shocking when you took that first step out into the cold air. However, the scenery quickly stole the show and the temperature was an afterthought. Did I mention the colors?

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I spent a lot of time doing this. How could you not? IMG_1797 IMG_1800 IMG_1812 IMG_1850 IMG_1982

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I mean, look how cute my husband is climbing up to Yosemite Falls. Natures looks good on him.IMG_2010

We spent the days exploring and hiking around Yosemite. And by hiking, I mean walking. We were all in agreement that vacation doesn’t include any more exercise than necessary. Once the sun sank behind the cliffs, we would go back to Tom and Rick’s room to play game after game after game. All I know is 4 adults can totally have fun playing Jenga and Clue. Even if we don’t always know all the rules. We decided that diets and healthy eating are only for non-Yosemite residents, so bring on the chips and Hostess treats. Which then lead to another game of is-that-cheeto-dust-or-zinger-frosting-on-the-jenga-pieces? We are still unsure.

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Thanks to a very confused German man, we have no group picture of the four of us. He insisted that he look at least 5 pictures of us, however there were none to be found. Just imagine us all together in front of Lake Mirror, which actually isn’t a lake at all. So imagine us all in front of a sandy field. A glorious sandy field.

This was one of the most fun mini-vacations Brock and I have ever had. Thank you Tom and Rick for allowing us to tag along on your vacation. We hope to impose on many more in the future.

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Farewell Summer

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This is it.

Despite my attempts to turn back the clock, despite dragging my feet and digging my heels into the ground, despite my refusal to cross days off my calendar…

School has started again.

It’s not that I hate school. In fact, if you look at my track record, you might think I like it a lot. I’m going onto my 6th year in college. Six years. I haven’t done much of anything for 6 years straight. I have freckles on my body that are less than 6 years old. I am leaving college with more freckles than I came into it with.

So anyhow, this is my last real semester in my master’s program. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I still have to do my thesis in the spring, but it totally doesn’t count, right? I’m basically graduated besides the massive, overwhelming, looming thesis project I have yet to think about. But let’s not get hung up on the minor details…

I had a nice break after my summer course. A whole month of classless bliss. To be clear, I was classy during my break, I just didn’t have a class to go to. That month was a whirlwind of friends, concerts, lying by the pool, and even a little bit of state hopping. I knew I would get too comfortable. The sun would be too warm and the pool too refreshing. The drinks would be too delicious. The relaxing would be too relaxing.

Then this. Out of nowhere, without warning, class would start again. My attempt to will time to stop was unsuccessful, so here I am. It’s my first day of class and I already hear a margarita calling my name later.

Cheers to the beginning of the last real semester. Sort of.