Category: Climbing

Of things related to climbing rock, ice, snow, mountains, cracks, faces, slabs, trees, or buildings.

March 3, 2015 / / Alpine Notes
November 4, 2014 / / Alpine Notes

“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 is inevitable. Over the duration…

October 28, 2014 / / Climbing

Roshambo: a simple, yet effective, ancient, Chinese game of chance. Like many other climbing days of mine, this day started with it. As we ritualistically ran through the rules, Matt…

September 1, 2014 / / Climbing

As Leonard Coyne quipped “You either got the spirit or you don’t. If you got the fu***g spirit you rock. And if you don’t… you’re a sport climber. “ I…

August 8, 2014 / / Alpine Notes

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 Kain, during the first ascent…

July 22, 2014 / / Alpine Notes

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 that are failings of the…

December 13, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

How can something so beautiful be so, so… unforgiving, or maybe unwelcoming? The mountains of New Zealand are cruel mistresses. They tempt me with their beauty, accessibility and challenge. I…

December 7, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

“Why do we have to go so early? Will it be a long day?” Hannah asks. “That is a good question” I think to myself. “Well there are a couple…

October 8, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

October 1st 2013 1100 — “Man, sometimes the group decision making process drives me insane”  Sean utters as he crawls into the vestibule.  One hand holds the tent door fabric…

June 8, 2013 / / Climbing

It was not with eager anticipation that I shouldered my gear laden backpack in the now paved, super-sized parking lot of Donnelly Canyon and started the walk towards the familiar…

April 9, 2013 / / Climbing

When I feed the rat it keeps wanting more, but funnily enough, when I don’t feed it the rat doesn’t die, it simply  goes dormant waiting for the next nibble.…

March 7, 2013 / / Climbing

“Wow, that was the best pitch yet” Liz exclaims as she mantles onto to the white, rounded sandstone at the top of a varnished finger crack.  “That crack was beautiful. …

July 11, 2012 / / Climbing

I make my home in Wyoming, transplanted from the east.  There are a couple reasons why I have chosen to call the Equality State home, the least of which is…

March 22, 2011 / / Climbing

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…