The pilot alerted us that we were passing over Yosemite this morning. Pictures do it no justice, but it was even amazing from above. I requested an emergency stop so I could get out here, but was denied. I then made it onto a special list of airplane trouble makers.

Fear of getting eaten by a bear was always in the high-teens on the list of fun yet scary ways to die. All of a sudden it has spring boarded into the top 2. The only thing beating out “bear dinner” is a safe falling from a window of a skyscraper during a caper.

I am heading out west for a week of camping in Yosemite. I am greatly looking forward to the time away. I’ll be spending a week in the beauty with my life’s mentor (whether he knows it or not) Taper Matt. He is a pro when it comes to living in Yosemite. He has spent several months of his life there. I am simply going to follow him wherever he goes and do whatever he does. I will be like putty in his hands, and hopefully in his sleeping bag.

If I don’t make it back, please world remember me as I was…a terrible, horrible person with no emotions, hateful feelings about everything and everybody, and most importantly soul-tingling blue eyes. All that being said, I lived the best life any little boy could dream of. If I am able to continue my perfect streak of staying out of the food chain, hopefully I will return safely with some great stories, memories, and photos.

Here are a couple pictures of where I will be courtesy of Jeff Rossi:

For some reason on the drive in to work this morning I saw camels in Fair Hill, Maryland. I chalked it up to my usual early morning hallucinations…leftover flashbacks from a forgotten life. These visions were so vivid that I felt the urge to turn around in the middle of route 273. I looped back into the fair grounds and confirmed that what was once a mental mirage was in fact a true to life herd of camel. Is it a herd? Who cares. This is not the typical place to see camels. There were no surrounding deserts, bottled genies, sheiks, toes, jockeys, cigarette packs, or wisemen. The only thing nearby was the gorgeous Fair Hill Nature Area, everyone’s favorite place to visit, hike, and bike.

If there were ever going to be an apocalypse (please hurry), I would assume this is one of the first signs.

Camels in Fair Hill