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…
Category: Alpine Notes
Musings of an alpine nature…
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,…
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,…
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…
They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are places of wisdom, they are places of foolishness, they are places…
Doubt, fear’s twin brother, confidently raised it’s beastly head today. It came as I stared upward at the imposing chimneys. It was there again as…
Cassiopeia and Ursa Major make their slow, daily rotation around the hulking 6,611 meter shoulder of the Nanda Devi satellite peak, Nanda Khat (the bed…
All I want to do is lie back down, curl up and rest. Sleep won’t come, but the lethargy is winning its battle. “I accidentally…
Above me white puffs of cloud swirl in and out of blue skies. They coalesce out of nothingness, dance and paint the blue sky canvas…
Isn’t actually a road at all, at least in the direction from which we are approaching. Initially it is a wide expanse of white snow,…
“So, you want to rope up?” I ask Anna. “I’ve been on a glacier once, that was in the Winds” she replies. “So it is…
Read the PostF.A.C.E.T.S (or why we walk unroped up the Bugaboo-Snowpatch Col)
“I can’t get all this stuff into my pack.” Whether the first day, the second, or the day after a ten day re-ration, the comment…
Bugaboo: an object of fear or alarm; a bogey. Upon seeing the gendarme high on the south ridge of the then unnamed Bugaboo Spire, Conrad…
As usual, I wished for rain. It is always easier on the ego than feigning a case of the Sphinx Sphincter or Gannett Gut, things…