Category: Wyoming

They call it the Equality State. I call it home. Call it what you will, these posts are in some way related to the Cowboy State…

February 19, 2019 / / Climbing

“You can leave the draws on, I’ll lead it.”  Just saying that was a victory for me.  A step in the right direction.  The day prior had seen me ordering…

September 25, 2018 / / Alpine Notes

“Lets run the Petzoldt”, I joke as we regroup from our last down.  Anna is the quarterback and in this pick-up game of football, that makes the rest of wide…

July 31, 2018 / / Horses

September 2015–It is a classic September morning in the Wind River Range. Orange, yellow, and reds splash across the frost covered meadows framing the meandering, slow moving Fall Creek. Upstream,…

May 21, 2017 / / Place

Blades of purple peaks, like the backs of lumbering dinosaurs, break the horizon, giving perspective to an immense flatness. Wind barrels across the nothingness, faster than the cars that are…

March 23, 2017 / / Alpine Notes

Eventually, in the parking lot, gear and people sprawled everywhere, Jim came clean. “Jared, I need to tell you something.” The wry, maybe it was sheepish, smile on his face…

February 28, 2017 / / Alpine Notes

Jackson Hole Mountain Guides’ office is in a strip mall at the south end of town. The facade and interior are not classically strip mall-esque, except of course for Jackson.…

December 11, 2016 / / Horses

Zero five-hundred comes early. Burgers, beers, friends, and whiskey quickly turn twenty-three hundred into zero two-hundred pretty quickly as well. I guess that is why I drank coffee. Or maybe…

October 1, 2016 / / Climbing

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”.…

August 25, 2016 / / Horses
June 5, 2016 / / Climbing

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…

May 7, 2016 / / Alpine Notes

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…

August 26, 2015 / / Alpine Notes

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…

September 2, 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…

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…

June 16, 2013 / / NOLS

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…