To hike Half Dome is a major accomplishment for me. I’ve never done something so physically demanding before, and I probably won’t again for a while.
I woke up at 5am to leave with my group so that we could set out at 7am. I kept up with the front of the line for a while, but I was out of shape then (and I’m even worse now), so after about one or two miles I fell to a slower pace with a group of 5 or 6 of the 40 people I was at Yosemite with.
We had an interesting time talking and hiking and taking pictures and taking our time getting up the mountain. With about 2.5 miles left to go, most of them decided they probably wouldn’t make it to the Dome in time (it was probably about noon or so at that time, and it looked like thunderstorms were brewing) and decided to turn back. After everything I’d seen and how far I’d gone, I couldn’t imagine turning back, and so I pushed on.
The cable climb was one of the more frightening parts of the hike, but I figured since the hundred or so other people there could do it (no, no joke—that’s a low estimate, too), so could I. I was so, so grateful that I’d finished. The view from the top is absolutely breathtaking, as cliche as that sounds. I almost decided to stand on one of the higher rocks up there and scream just from the joy of having done it.
The walk back was no picnic, but it was also immensely fun. I took an alternate route back down and went past the falls, and I felt like my heart would explode from the joy of such natural beauty everywhere I turned (of course, at that time I was also severely sunburnt (I ended up with a series of blisters on my shoulders), extremely tired, thirsty and beginning to develop nasty blisters on the soles of my feet).
I don’t think I’ll ever forget that trip. I am so, so glad that I went, and I hope I can go again when I’m in better shape to better enjoy what I saw.