Blades of purple peaks, like the backs of lumbering dinosaurs, break the horizon, giving perspective to an immense flatness. Wind barrels across the nothingness, faster…
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A bit of a nomad, Jared likes to refer to himself in the third person.I used to think I wanted to be an artist. To me an artist had always been one who painted, drew or sculpted. In those…
Eventually, in the parking lot, gear and people sprawled everywhere, Jim came clean. “Jared, I need to tell you something.” The wry, maybe it was…
Jackson Hole Mountain Guides’ office is in a strip mall at the south end of town. The facade and interior are not classically strip mall-esque,…
Zero five-hundred comes early. Burgers, beers, friends, and whiskey quickly turn twenty-three hundred into zero two-hundred pretty quickly as well. I guess that is why…
It is the best of times, it is the worst of times, it is the age of wisdom, it is the age of foolishness, it…
1 December 2015–It is my time. Over the years it has always been the same. Never secretive, but usually alone. It just feels better that…
18 September 2015–Aahh the feelings of inadequacy that come with not being able to send the project. Not good enough. Wanting it too bad. People…
23 August 2016 “I need to get you to sign some paperwork before I leave” he says. He is sitting on the counter in the…
Read the PostTurning of the Page (on being a NOLS Instructor part X)
24 July 2017–The waning gibbous moon provides ample early morning light as our crampons crunch on less than hard snow. Despite the ample ambient lighting,…
Damn her. Damn her for putting ideas in my head, ideas that had never crossed my mind. I was content to do what I do. …
Read the PostRuts and Roller Coasters (on being a NOLS instructor part IX)
My WordPress Dashboard tells me that the previous post The Reason (part III) was my 100th. Thank you to all who have continued to click…
As with so many of my vertically inclined endeavors, this one seemed doubtful from the start. It was to be a short afternoon of clipping…
It started the same way and ended the same way. Driving in, the road was still rough. Walking out the beers were still in the…