In which everyone sends like the truest of gangsters.
In which I learn to not spend an entire day climbing a single route.
In which I kick off the Wild Iris season watching sunsets with hairy men
1. The furthest point or limit of something. 2. The hands and feet.
This post fixates on that second definition.
Another disappointing day rock climbing. This time with Bart, who is a real bastard.
A tale of going to Ten Sleep Canyon and being good at rock climbing. A story of man buns and hot suns, of many friends and even more sends.
The May chronicles of the gypses, granite, crystals, and cracks. And how, all at once, the documenter joins the tribe.
Joyous, happy, auspicious. Celebrations of spring weddings, birthdays, graduations, family, and change for the better.