Kolohe Andino went to Yosemite on a Spirit Quest. He shot these photos and wrote this story:
A week into walking after being in a boot for my ankle I wanted to escape the buzz of Orange County. The traffic. The constant talking. The smog, etc.
So on a Saturday morning I went to therapy for my ankle. Upon returning from ankle therapy my friend Max was waiting for me. We were out of here.
He says, “Time is money so I bought a Rolex.” He wears a Nixon watch I gave him. He follows me around the house gathering things. Toothpaste. Pair of pants. Few tees. A jacket. Beanie. My ACG Nike boots (which are the shit), a sleeping bag. Some snacks. A pad. A pillow.
I throw all this jazz into my truck, then Max hops into the passenger seat and says, “My paychecks look like phone numbers.” He doesn't have a job. He cuts trees during winter break and colors my board when he’s home. He lives in Georgia for art school most of the year. We stop and get gas and hit the 5.
We get to Tioga pass at 11:00 p.m. I’m tired and we have nowhere to stay. Taco Bell wrappers are on the floor of my Tundra. The Cheesy Gordita Crunch was good. I hop out. We are on the side of the road. It’s 36 degrees outside. I say, "Now this feels good." I hate the hot. I love the cold. I love being cold. I love everything about the cold. I hate sweating.
I look up into the stars. It’s the most gorgeous sky I’ve seen and it has many stars. It looks like dark, dark chocolate with white chocolate chips. I love ice cream. I haven’t had any for weeks. I need some.
Max and I put all our shit into the front of the truck, put the pads and our pillows and blankets in the back and crawl in and fall asleep. For some this is debatable. Maybe Brokeback-esque…
I say its rad. It’s male bonding. It’s BBC (Bad Boy Club). I wake up from an amazing sleep, grab my Contax TVS and the trip begins.