We hunker. The ambient air temperature is 45 degrees and last night’s dusting of snow cloaks Gannet and its cohorts. A cold wind whips down from the Dinwoody Glacier, pushing…
Category: Climbing
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“What does one have to do to get in your blog?” John asks as we rope up below the Red Rock classic, Black Magic. I think for a moment. “I…
Editor’s Note: I am missing this so much right now. I have made eight trips to Patagonia over the past decade, and have been there for the past six Januarys. There…
I can feel the vertical crease between my eyebrows getting deeper the longer I squint upward. My partially closed eyes are not due to me ooking into the sun, but…
1st August 2016 — “Well it’s your lead” Megas says as we deposit our gear at the base of Index’s Inner Wall. Above us two classic lines split the immaculate,…
“Ok Bria, I might actually fall on this pitch” I say as I unclip from the anchor. “I am with you” she replies, looking down and checking the action on…
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 say: “you gotta want it”.…
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 bolts up on Sinks Canyon’s…
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 river. The day was still…
Editor’s Note–This is continuation of a post I wrote about a trip I took down Labyrinth Canyon in April of 2013 Find the first part of the post here. “Well…
“Man that line is awesome” I say to no one in particular. Of the king lines we have seen this one has by far drawn me in the most. Guarded…
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 I followed my partner’s lead…
The steep, hot, unshaded hillside was untrailed, but at least it was covered in pimpenellas, a dry seed with burr like tendencies that got all over clothing, skin and hair.…
“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 your call.” I hesitate and…