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…

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…

February 10, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

“Get up.  Today we climb.”  I pull back inside the tent after sticking my head out the window.  Unfamiliar constellations shine down brightly from the clear, black southern sky.  High…

July 12, 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…

December 25, 2011 / / Alpine Notes

“Well it looks like it is your lead” Matt says with a motion up toward the crack. “Uhh, you won the rochambeau fair and square.  We can just restack the…

October 16, 2011 / / Livin the dream

“What’s your gut say?”  Patrick asks me as we stand on the west edge of the Upper Fremont Glacier; dark clouds billow over Fremont and Jackson, blocking out the deep…

July 6, 2011 / / Alpine Notes

“Whoa, look.  People.  With shovels!” I exclaim as the band of brothers that is a Wind River Mountaineering course and I wander along an absurdly snowy creek ten miles into…