Tag: Mountaineering

August 30, 2018 / / Climbing

We hunker.  The ambient air temperature is 45 degrees and last night’s dusting of snow cloaks Gannet and its cohorts.  A cold wind whips down…

June 23, 2018 / / Alpine Notes

Is it possible to de-assess myself?  Stress is weighing on me, heavier than the sixty pounds of gear and food I am shouldering up this…

September 28, 2015 / / Alpine Notes

They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are places of wisdom, they are places of foolishness, they are places…

September 11, 2015 / / NOLS

The following is an essay that I wrote shortly after returning from my first NOLS course as an instructor.  I am posting it here, today…

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…

January 13, 2014 / / Livin the dream
December 7, 2013 / / Alpine Notes
December 2, 2013 / / Alpine Notes
November 2, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

Twenty-four hours ago we waded, almost thoughtlessly, across the calf deep McCoy Stream, climbed the stony embankment and walked to the small hut on the…

October 8, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

October 1st 2013 1100 — “Man, sometimes the group decision making process drives me insane”  Sean utters as he crawls into the vestibule.  One hand…

May 15, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

“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,…

December 15, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

Porters Ski Field Winter 2012 — “Shiddaduduh” Hayden Gemmell points out to a skier as they are getting on the tow line.  The skier turns…

December 12, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

25-27 November 2012 — Blue sky is somewhere above.  Christian sits in “my” vestibule and pumps the Whisperlite.  The smell of white gas permeates the…

October 31, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

The nighttime silence of the Cameron River valley seeps in through the yellow fabric of our tent.  The pale green glow of the light on…

October 10, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

0300 Hours October 3, 2012. “Red tent, close your vestibule” I yell over the howling outside of my tent. The weather forecast the day before…