March 27th 2021–I rose from below a juniper tree that morning. It would be hard to say that I slept or I awoke. Those didn’t come easy on this course. …
Category: Desert Notes
Musings of a desert nature…
“How many times have you done this?” Tim asks. “Oh, probably close to twenty” Ryan replies. Ryan is below us, wedged into a slot, rigging the green static rope to…
“Do you think the Creek has changed?” Matt asks, from his perch on a pointy boulder. Above him cracks of all sizes soar upward from the black, varnished stone into…
“Well, this moment sure seems to have the makings of a blog post” I think, quite distractedly, to myself as I fumble with the rope, trying to get it…
The cold, clear December night was in its infancy, early enough that Orion was still low on the eastern horizon, having just risen over the distant Henry Mountains. My car…
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…
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…
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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.…
“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. …
November 2011— In Greek mythology as well astronomy, it is common knowledge that Orion the hunter, madly in love with an unrequiting Merope, chases her and her six sisters of…
It was on Scott’s list. It was his goal but I didn’t really mind doing it either. Standing at the base looking up at the first pitch of beautiful, low…
Twenty eight hours and ten minutes. Damn that little red notebook that innocently and quietly recorded my dreams and goals, even then it continued to haunt me. I think that…