“Whoa, look. People. With shovels!” I exclaim as the band of brothers that is a Wind River Mountaineering course and I wander along an absurdly snowy creek ten miles into…
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A little bit less of a nomad now, Jared still likes to refer to himself in the third person.
We spent the overcast and wet day practicing skills. Placing snow protection, clipping through fixed pro, traveling on a rope team, ice axe use and self arresting. We were at…
Bryan Klahn isn’t a bad guy. In fact, in the time frame that I knew him, he was a really fun guy with whom to hang out. But being a…
I wake up. Sometimes it is in the back of my truck, sometimes in a tent. It is usually in a sleeping bag. I usually mutter something like “oh fuck”…
My 33rd birthday came and went without much fanfare. I climbed a bunch of fun face routes up on the Zappa Wall in Cochise Stronghold. I decided that I wanted…
I own an iPod, but I rarely use it. I can drive 15 hours without the radio in my truck being on. I don’t need music or that type of…
“Yeah, my parents still live in NH, err, I mean my mother still lives in NH” I often find myself saying when someone asks if I have family in NH. …
In the mornings, Tim, myself, perhaps Julia, or Brian, or anyone else who was there would sit around and be creative. Sometimes that would take the form of carving spoons. …
Climbing is what I do. It is a big part of who I am. It is a one word descriptor of me that I sometimes use: “I am a climber.” …
This is an excerpt from my book The Art of Spoon Making So why the heck would any one want to carve a spoon? That is a valid question. There…
Is that a zipper on your hat?” I am commonly asked that question when I am wearing my usual winter hat. You see, my hat has a built in pocket. …
I am often asked why I choose to live the life I do. Why do you spend thirty days in the mountains, away from showers, forks, beds, all the comforts…
Well, take two. Had to reinstall this again cause I screwed it up…but oh well, here’s to learning. Haven’t slept more than about 5-6 hours in the past 60… (and…
This post was originally published in Facebook Notes on March 20, 2009. I have reposted it here because I like it. On to Los Arenales. A bus, a taxi, a…