Tunnel View. Yosemite, CA.
In May of 2009 I was lucky enough to spend 36 hours alone in this valley. I got off work and drove 12 hours straight through the night from Phoenix. At 6am I called in, letting them know I wouldn’t be able to make my shifts for the next couple days. I was busy. I hiked to the top of Yosemite Falls on two hours of sleep. Cooked over an open fire. Slept in my tent to the sound of rain and roaring falls. It snowed that night. Bears roamed, searching for food on the other side of that thin material that was my home. The crappy weather kept the crowds away. It was perfection. I haven’t been back since but I dream of it every day.