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I generally try to stray from posting primarily photos of the happenings in my life in this venue , trying more to focus on the written word and its expression…
“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…
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…
The large windows that make up the far end of the A Concourse at Denver International Airport afford a panoramic view. I sit at gate A52 en route to Lander…
“Hey Dane do you mind if Kyle and I climb a few pitches?” I ask as Dane descends from the Morning Glory Wall with a gaggle of students. The sun…
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…
“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…
“The tent pole bag is over there” I gesture toward the side of the tent in the frosty, predawn darkness. Patrick gives me a blank look, then reaches down and…
I don’t claim to know what it is all about. I want to figure it out, but by no means do I have all the answers. I am engaged in…
Being a field instructor for the NOLS is like being in Never Never Land. Most of us work hard to get here. We build our resumes, pay for courses, usually…
Students always ask me for my favorite type of climbing. These days that is a tricky question. Years ago the answer would have been snow and ice covered mountains. More…
“Can I make an appointment for an oil change?” “Sure I got something available tomorrow afternoon.” “Mmmm, that won’t work, I need the 8th of August.” “Oh, that is a…
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…