My last two trips to Ten Sleep this year, featuring new friends and new routes.
The Vedauwoo summer photos that never got their own post, but shouldn't just sit hidden away on my hard drive.
My first blog post was published five years ago to the day. A retrospective on blogging becomes a retrospective on five years of my life.
Alternate titles: Volcanic Remains on Golden Plains | Golden Grasses and Black Crevasses. Back at Massacre Rocks with Trudeau.
His real name is Stebbins, but "Stebbins Climbs 5.12" doesn't have that alliteration we all love so much.
A pictographic guide to the non-climbing portions of my summer.
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.