Before I go on, here's the gist of the trip in photos:

We arrived early Saturday morning & after a power nap we made our way to Vernal Falls. This is actually the flow coming down from it--don't be fooled, it's huge!

Me, being cool + some snow higher up in the hike & closer to the falls--it looked as if we were in The North (Westeros) ;) -------------------------------------
We prepared our [fancy] meals pretty well for our trip with lots of fruit, nuts and protein + lots & lots of water. After our Vernal Falls hike it was time to celebrate with some dinner! We washed, cut, seasoned and cooked our dinner around the campfire for a good 30 minutes while sipping on some red wine. We had a buttered salmon stuffed with spinach & feta (prepped by Fresh n' Easy), some vegetable medley, asparagus and "country fried potatoes." As usual, I did not take a picture of our meal, but I assure you, it was delicious. Pretty fancy for camping, am I right? Totally doable, too. I recommend for car camping if you willing to do a little work.

We were stuffed, but I guess you can say we were filling up for the next day's hike: Upper Yosemite Falls



it took hours just to have this view; top of waterfall is our destination


switchbacks for days. hike is equivalent to walking up empire state building steps TWICE



I was terrified; he looks delighted

UPPER YOSEMITE FALLS:
This hike was killer. I've never really hiked anything so strenuous before this trip so my legs and feet hated me. Prior to the hike I did not realize it was labeled as "very strenuous" at 7.2 miles/11.6 km round-trip; 6 to 8 hours; 2,700 feet/823 m elevation gain. Egads. Nothing in San Diego is equivalent to that. Not even close. Hiking back home is chump change! Anyhow, we started hiking around 11am/12pm and I even had plenty of other activities in mind for after the hike. I was such a fool. The noobiest noob!

Because of my constant break-taking, photo snapping, snack eating and water drinking, it took us about 6 hours to reach the top of the falls. Still worth it! To be honest, I still think we did pretty well, considering how many dozens of people stopped & turned around half way or even 3/4's the of way. I was so ecstatic reaching the top of Yosemite Falls. The views were breathtaking. Shoot, my heart raced so intensely when looking over ledges, I thought I may die from over-excitement or, you know, fear. Still, I felt incredibly awesome.

Off the beaten path, we decided to take our 5pm "lunch": ham with mozzarella + avocados, lots of trail nut mix, clementines and apples. By the time we headed back down it was nearing 7pm and at that I started to freaked out because... We wouldn't make it in time to buy more wine before the village store closed, which was at 8pm. What could we do? Run down that mf'n mountain, that's what! Clarence handed me his big ol' hiking backpack, I gave him my small day pack, one of my trekking poles, and a bit of my water--then off he went. That maniac made it down in 30 minutes. YES, FOLKS. THE SAME TRAIL THAT TOOK US 7HRS TO DO. After a few minutes, I started feeling lame & foolish so I decided to run down as well, big ol' backpack & all. One hiking stick & my trusty headlamp is all I needed. I got to the valley floor around 7:45pm & felt like my legs would fall off. I also felt like a freakin' champion.

As for the wine we rushed to buy? After cooking our pesto & sausage pasta, we were way too tired to drink even half the bottle. Oh, the things we do... Safe to say, we were so done that night.  We slept like babies and with that, our trip came to a close. Dates in nature, beautiful hiking trials, awesome views, silly fun & very tired feet; mhmm, Yosemite was very good to us.

Post-Portland Post: Or more like my travel review & culture-shock post. Some locals may not like it. Eek 

First of all, it was fun. It was really interesting—but it was the experience more so than the actual city. To be honest, I kept trying to remain unbiased about Portland before heading there. I wanted to be open about it, but in reality I think I was sort of expecting it to be very awesome, very urban, very green, very rainy, very cold and veryyy "hipster." Well, when I was there only a few of those things seemed accurate (the rain wasn’t one of them, phew!). 

It was cold and hip. There were little shops here and there with its fair share of “alt” looking folks, but it was less… well, culturally rich, than I had hoped for. In my view, it can hardly be considered a melting pot. Sure, the alternative hairstyles, fashion and boutiques were far from the mainstream and more closely resembled hip ass blogs/homelessness, but then again it was so prevalent that it seemed a bit overdone, un-unique and forced. It made me remember that Portlandia IS of course, poking fun at the antics & eccentricities of Portland. Okay, that might be little harsh, but y’know this is actually what I had to realize by the 2nd-3rd day, even as I kept trying to tell myself how cool being in that city was. 

But I will give Portland some credit: The greenery that I did see, even in this cold winter weather, was still quite magnificent. And apparently winter there actually sucks and is boring—a few separate bartenders told us as much. So summer may do the place more justice. We also spent most of our time south of the Columbia River, in downtown Portland, yet apparently the cool spots are in the north? 

I will say, I loved almost everyplace Clarence and I went to north of the river, save the hip ass bar we visited in the Industrial District that reminded me of high school scene shows, the only difference being a new style of hair & clothing + gimic-y music + alcohol and minus the ethnic minorities. I could feel the judging. White Owl Social Club it was called (I have a twisted belief that I would have enjoyed it more if my complexion & features were.. um, Anglo?) Anyway. As for its lack of ethnically integrated groups, I may just not have the bigger picture. Our hilarious white, Texas-native guide on our Shanghai Tunnels tour was so gracious to give us the straight-up history (and currents) of racism and segregation in Portland = it’s the 2nd (EDIT: I JUST READ THAT MAYBE IT’S ACTUALLY #1. Sad) largest white metropolitan city in the U.S. and racism was pretty bad, so they’ve come a long way, yet still have more to go. Okay, I can understand that. I guess.
But that’s just how it is. I had to realize, well shit, I am coming from a completely different part of America. I’m coming from California, and not just that, but Southern California. And not just that, but San Diego, California right above Mexico & home of the large ass military base in which a lot of minorities serve. So, duh. 

As disappointing as some of the things I noticed in Portland may be, I’m really glad I was able to see & experience it. There was homelessness all around, evident gentrification and I found the older generation to be more kind than the young, but I only stayed there 5 days and maybe I just don’t know shit. But I do know I’m not about to give up on it yet. We’re definitely going to see Portland one spring or summer and will bask in all its natural glory. Let’s just hope diversity would have increased by then. 

Anyway, every restaurant we went to, even at random, had mighty fucking delicious food. That’s reason enough for a second chance, am I right?