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December 6, 2017 / / Alpine Notes

“That is not my wish for you my brother” Rueben says in the pale glow of my headlamp.  “No worries sir.  I will see you in a couple of hours”…

November 23, 2017 / / East Africa

It is easy to write about white sand beaches that stretch on for miles, empty of people, dotted with thatched roof bungalows and beach front bars.  Turquoise waters stretch outward…

November 19, 2017 / / East Africa

“That’s not rain, it is Chuck Norris pee!” KG yells across the maelstrom to the neighboring tent.  There is no pitter patter of rain, just a constant white noise, rhythmically…

October 25, 2017 / / East Africa
October 23, 2017 / / NOLS

I sit there, entitled to my crammed seat, or one would suspect, given my non-deference to the elderly, the mothers, the workers.  It doesn’t feel good, it doesn’t feel right. …

September 18, 2017 / / Livin the dream

It seems I have acquired a large amount of debt. . .

August 23, 2017 / / Climbing

I can feel the vertical crease between my eyebrows getting deeper the longer I squint upward.  My partially closed eyes are not due to me ooking into the sun, but…

July 23, 2017 / / Climbing

1st August 2016 — “Well it’s your lead” Megas says as we deposit our gear at the base of Index’s Inner Wall. Above us two classic lines split the immaculate,…

June 29, 2017 / / Climbing
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…

April 30, 2017 / / Family
March 22, 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 27, 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…

November 9, 2016 / / The Inner Workings

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,…