Editor’s Note: a compilation of various things I have written in the past mixed with new material, this is posted here today in honor of what would have been my…
Category: What Mattered Today
NOLS courses are hard. My jaw thrusts downward and outward while my hands cup the sides of my mouth. “Rrreeddd tent, close your vestibule” I yell from my tent door…
Editor’s Note: Not my usual style of writing, but this grew out of an assignment for a class I am taking so I thought I would post it here…
Saturday, March 21, 2020–I wallowed in bed this morning. Four-thirty had me looking at my watch on the nightstand; in typical Jared world that is a normal-ish time to wake…
I keep a running list of ideas for blog posts. At the top of it lie three quotes which have struck me hard over the past months. They bring tears, desire…
“I’m willing to bet that the drive and the walk will take more time than the climbing will, even with three of us.” Above us lay 200 feet of granite…
For those of you who pay attention to detail, you may have noticed that I changed the tagline on my blog. Thanks Leonard Cohen. I think there is a lot…
Standing in my living room, looking at a growing daylight spreading across the mountains, I seek the truths of who I am. I like climbing. I like working for NOLS…
March 2016—Purple, red, and pink streaking from the setting sun paints the sky. My shifting eyes dart around, searching, they try to take it all in. Here, there, and everywhere…
It is the best of times, it is the worst of times, it is the age of wisdom, it is the age of foolishness, it is the epoch of belief,…
Photo: My dad (L) and his twin brother on the tailgate of the ’53 Chevy wagon. Editors Note: I wrote this essay in September of 1998 for an assignment during…
27 November 2013–Ambivalence mattered today. Jim and I have passed the planning torch over to the students. They are working in groups of two to plan the days. I have…
“Yep, we went pretty alpine on that decidedly non-alpine route” Matt confirms as we stand and gaze at the granite buttress protruding from the canyon’s tree covered wall. The evening…