It was Creeksgiving as they call it in the climbing world, or the time when many-a-climber makes the journey to Indian Creek, that grand valley between highway 191 and Canyonlands to climb their faces off during Thanksgiving. For this reason, all the affordable campsites were occupied, there was no room for us at the inn. … More Return to Moab Part 2: Is This a Canyon?
It’s been over a year since I was in the desert. I’ve been asking myself to get back there ever since I left. Auspicious things seems to happen in the desert. Last time I was there, I experienced the extreme paradoxes that life has to offer: the feeling at once of being exactly where and … More Return to Moab Part 1: One Good Day, and One Bad Day
In high school, I did a lot of Nordic skiing, especially with my dad. He had never really been one to love alpine skiing, and I had moved away from it as my friends were involved in nordic. It was a typical winter evening (read: it was 4:30 in the afternoon and the sun was … More Moving With the Seasons
Sunny Colorado has turned into cold and rainy Colorado this week because I apparently brought the Vancouver weather back with me. Not that I mind too terribly, though. A rainy day or two is pretty nice, especially when you’ve chosen to apply to graduate school and are spending an inordinate amount of your time trying … More Green Mountain, or; I Thought I Left B.C.
“Oh, no, we’ve got a spot up at the end,” Robbie said to the park volunteer waving us into a parking spot. The man snorted. “Yeah. You wish,” he said incredulously. “No, we really have a spot. At least, your buddy up there put a cone in the spot for us,” Robbie replied, and he … More Thunder Lake, or; Backpacking Isn’t Always a Sufferfest
A Quick Review. As I turned my steering wheel to pull the U-turn required to get into a parking spot, my front wheels suddenly lurched forward and there was a loud crunch as the front of my Honda Fit bottomed out on the lip of the ditch on the side of the road. I had failed to … More Jurassic Park
Last week, my fellow dirt bagging buddy, Neal, texted me to tell me he was coming through the area. I had not seen him in at least nine months, and with one fell swoop, he reminded me of all the amazing and wonderful (and hard and scary and crappy) things I felt during my time … More Climbing and Community
July 14th-16th, 2017 Snowmass Wilderness, Colorado We started out the weekend battling traffic on I-70, which I am almost used to at this point. Toby and I switched off driving at Leadville, where I was able to purchase another pair of socks from Melanzana because I had foolishly forgotten to bring a second pair. By … More Adventures in Tracking
I woke up this morning, wondering why I felt like it was still nighttime. The light had an eerie, grey quality to it that made me feel like I was back in New Hampshire. I popped out of bed, tore open the curtains and found…yes! It was cloudy outside! At last! The day I had been waiting for was finally here! A cloudy day in Colorado! It was a miracle. … More The Benefits of a Cloudy Day
Tuesday, July 4th, 2017, I found myself free climbing the First Flatironette above Chautauqua Park in Boulder, following the voices of my comrades, eking out the rock cracks with my fingers in the fading light of dusk. The adventure had started with a mad dash from the BBQ at the house, pushing out bikes as … More Fireworks and Flatirons