The square, white boxes stand out garishly against the lush, verdant hillside and are the first thing I notice as we drive past the property and towards the bridge that…
Category: NOLS
We all have things that we value, however, we don’t always act as though we value those things. I value my freedom, my family, honesty, a healthy planet and my…
The rain woke me up, its heavy consistent patter on my tent fly. Camped as I was in a small sandy alcove somewhere between the base of Wyoming’s Lankin Dome…
“Want to bet on what the weather does mañana?” I ask Christian. “I think it will be clear” he says after a moments reflection. “Hmmm, what makes you think that? …
Porters Ski Field Winter 2012 — “Shiddaduduh” Hayden Gemmell points out to a skier as they are getting on the tow line. The skier turns around and gives Hayden a…
25-27 November 2012 — Blue sky is somewhere above. Christian sits in “my” vestibule and pumps the Whisperlite. The smell of white gas permeates the tent. Then comes the soft…
19 September 2012 — Patience mattered today. Patience actually matters everyday, but it came to the forefront of my mind today. Leon needed it from me. Others did as well.…
The nighttime silence of the Cameron River valley seeps in through the yellow fabric of our tent. The pale green glow of the light on the Timex watch I wear…
0300 Hours October 3, 2012. “Red tent, close your vestibule” I yell over the howling outside of my tent. The weather forecast the day before had called for 100+ kilometers/hour…
The brewpub could easily have been in Boulder, Seattle, or Squamish. The food, beer and atmosphere were the same. High wooden rafters and exposed duct work presided over a broad,…
Work gives me purpose. It gives me direction and meaning. I find happiness in teaching others, living simply and encouraging others to do the same. Work is spent in the…
“Is everything in order?” I ask the folks in the issue room. “Yeah, everything looks good, your students have all checked out” comes the reply. “Alrighty then, I am out…
April 19, 2012 Attentiveness mattered today. The friable, incut edges of desert varnish beckon for my out stretched hand. I reach cautiously upward, searching for the ones that look solid. …
Finishing a course is usually a mixed blessing for me. Life is decidedly simpler in the mountains or out at the crag. The simpleness of living and working is one…