“Want to bet on what the weather does mañana?” I ask Christian. “I think it will be clear” he says after a moments reflection. “Hmmm, what makes you think that? …
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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.…
“Wow, that was the best pitch yet” Liz exclaims as she mantles onto to the white, rounded sandstone at the top of a varnished finger crack. “That crack was beautiful. …
“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…
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…
Miming is not something that I often do. In fact I find myself quite often mocking the mimers. The people who sit around and mime beta. Stem out left, good…
April 19, 2012 Attentiveness mattered today. The friable, incut edges of desert varnish beckon for my out stretched hand. I reach cautiously upward, searching for the ones that look solid. …
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…
“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…
“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…