The first day of winter: a reminder that "climber" isn't my only hat.
It's too soon to ski, but too white out to climb. Luckily, Trudeau's been putting some additions in his garage...
I drove home to three different places in September, and had family waiting for me everywhere I went. Also: don't bend over.
A quick summary of my three final days in the Tetons this season.
Bike rides, SUPs, frisbees, beers, landscapes, stars, weddings, dead forests, new moons and full moons
There are two types of days: climbing days, and rest days. This is a celebration of the latter; the story of what I do when I'm not doing anything.
A month of my life at fifteen frames per second.
It's summer in Jackson. Come read words and see photos that celebrate the long days and lovely faces in the place I call home, after so much time apart.