I bought a plane ticket to visit Yosemite, a place that I loved when I visited almost four years ago. I remember specific things about this place, like the smell of my Uncle's small cabin and reading Spanish climbing magazines. I remember the tall granite walls that made me feel so weak in the knees.
I remember loving this place, and all of a sudden, it wasn't a place I loved. It was a place I feared, I didn't want to talk about, I never wanted to visit again and it remained in my memory as a terrible place because of what I felt it took away from me.
So I made the jump. I leaped, without knowing if anything would catch me. It turned out to be better than I expected, more wholesome and full of soul than I would have ever imagined.
When I look back on the trip, it was a whirlwind of beautiful moments all strung together. I met some really incredible people including two photographers that taught me so much about shooting and capturing moments.
It was one of those moments that I knew I was supposed to be right there, right here, right now and being with someone that means so much to me.
The last day we were there, I had some time to myself and I ran around taking photos, because I knew thats what made me happiest.
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