The sun spills into the small dining/sitting area as it rises above the distant mesa. The sky is void of clouds and blends seamlessly from grays to periwinkles and salmons…
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“Do you think the Creek has changed?” Matt asks, from his perch on a pointy boulder. Above him cracks of all sizes soar upward from the black, varnished stone into…
“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…
“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…
Editor’s Note–This is continuation of a post I wrote about a trip I took down Labyrinth Canyon in April of 2013 Find the first part of the post here. “Well…
“Man that line is awesome” I say to no one in particular. Of the king lines we have seen this one has by far drawn me in the most. Guarded…
“I can’t get all this stuff into my pack.” Whether the first day, the second, or the day after a ten day re-ration, the comment is inevitable. Over the duration…
Bugaboo: an object of fear or alarm; a bogey. Upon seeing the gendarme high on the south ridge of the then unnamed Bugaboo Spire, Conrad Kain, during the first ascent…
“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…
When I feed the rat it keeps wanting more, but funnily enough, when I don’t feed it the rat doesn’t die, it simply goes dormant waiting for the next nibble.…
The early morning sun catches the northeast face of Dihedral Rock. A prominent left facing corner flirts with the December sun until mid morning. The belay though, is securely anchored…