#grey rocks

Den desátý: dnes zacnu trochu smutne, vjizdime do Yosemite NP, vsimame si bile pokryvky na zemi a cernych stromu, to je snih! Neni... Yosemite NP horel! Ten bily prach je popel ze spalenych stromu ktere lezi smutne na zemi, kolem cesty doutnaji uhliky. Spaleny les strida les zdravy ale pohled na forest fire nas jeste ceka. Na krajnici mijime cedule "reduce speed". Duvod je opravneny, pred nami se  rozprostira kourova clona, 3m od cesty plapolaji plaminky na zemi. Rangeri a hasici se prochazeji lesem a hasi zbyvajici ohne. Ve vzduchu je stale kour ale po ceste dal se situace zlepsuje. Prvni zastavka: Taft Point! Opet vyhled bere dech, z hodinoveho hiku se stava hike dvou hodinovy. Beru dalekohled co jsem "koupil"... "to je zmrd!" odveti kamarad s usmevem. Po ceste dal zahledneme v dali neco uzasneho, je to vyhled do dali! Vyhled ze ktereho se taji dech! Sede skaly mirici do vysek, protkane zelenymi stromy a uprostred toho vseho giganticky kamen zasazeny na skale se jmenem Half Dome! Pokud zde chcete vysplhat musite doufat ze vas vyberou mezi 300 jedinci. Snad priste! Posledni dve zastavky jsou trochu vlhke... ehm. Vodopády samozrejme! Pohoda i kdyz druhy je trochu zahul, stoupame po schodech do 100. patra a kochame se pohledem z vrcholu vodopadu kde veverky nas berou utokem a cekaji dobrotu. Pri ceste dolu vidime slecnu v papucich, ruzovem sáčku a sukni. Amerika ma talent na zivo!

Hodin v autě: 4:18

Najeto mil: 145

Day ten: I begin to be a little bit sad today. We enter to Yosemite NP and we see the white coat on the ground and the black trees. That's snow! Not ... Yosemite NP has burned! The white coat is ash from the burnt tree that lie sadly on the ground, smoldering pieces of wood around the road. Burned forest changes to healthy forest but look at forest fire awaits us. On the edges of the road, there are "reduce speed" signs. The reason is justified, the smoke curtain ahead of us, 10 feet from the path of the road there are fires on the ground. Rangers and firefighters walk through the forest and extinguish the remaining fires. There is still smoke in the air but on the way ahead the situation has improved. First stop: Taft Point! Again, the scenery takes a breath. One hour hike takes two hours. “I’m going to take the binoculars what I "bought" ... "what a faqer!" my friend says with a smile. On the way ahead, there is something weird, it's an overlook! A look that takes your breath away! Grey rocks that lead into the highs are intersected by green trees and in the middle of all of it the giant ROCK called Half Dome sets on a mountain! If you want to climb here, you have to hope to be chosen between 300 individuals. Maybe next time! The last two stops are a little wet ... uh. Waterfalls of course! Easy, even the second one is a bit tough, we climb the stairs to the 100th floor and look from the top of the waterfall where the squirrels take us by attack and wait for candy. On the way back down, we see a lady in slippers, pink suit, and skirt. America’s Got Talent: LIVE!

Hours in the Car: 4:18

METAL MONDAY: Grey Rocks by Goatpsalm - I do not often get the chance to post any Russian metal, but a new album help me revisit this shocking gap in my metal geography.  I do not know much about this crew, but this is some seriously deep and disturbing funeral doom.

//Going from what I have RPed as in the past, I enjoy solitary characters. Those who do not require society, or other people for that matter, to survive and live their day to day lives. I’ve also always enjoyed monstrous characters, the outcasts and the scorned have always been appealing due to their physical strength and mental fortitude, coupled along with their intimidating nature in general. But throughout all my characters, and to my slight embarrassment, enjoy broken characters, characters that are not all there, or perhaps are fragmented in the mind.

This does not mean that they are sad or insane (usually), but that they do not always take the world as it is, their minds seeing it skewed and fractured in some way shape or form. Galio is an unfortunate example of this, his depressed and yet hopeful nature for the world warps constantly from severe depressive cycle of anxiety and self loathing/pity, to a righteous anger and hope to seize the day and experience the world around him without hesitation. His lack of confidence is almost crippling, causing him to see shadows at every turn, and yet when he isn’t in that cycle of despair, he welcomes strangers with open arms.

Lastly, Galio has been my latest muse and I shall be sticking with him until I recognize that I am not wanted/needed anymore, my life filled with too many characters to count. These coming from OCs, RP characters for D&D, and the characters of my own campaign of D&D all contained in my head. If I had to choose my next muse I may look elsewhere, to different fandoms, the League fandom rejecting one of my muses already, but nothing comes to mind as of yet. 

Perhaps one of my old OCs.