The Hot New Route with the Gyps crew
Jim Jam is a terrible first rock climb.
The very last of my photos from Vedauwoo this year, enjoying its beauty in the fall.
The Vedauwoo summer photos that never got their own post, but shouldn't just sit hidden away on my hard drive.
His real name is Stebbins, but "Stebbins Climbs 5.12" doesn't have that alliteration we all love so much.
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.
The May chronicles of the gypses, granite, crystals, and cracks. And how, all at once, the documenter joins the tribe.
I made two trips to the 'Voo while Laramizing. It's still not my turn to climb, but we keep getting closer. In the meanwhile I'm staying behind the lens and on the jugs.
Keeping the climbing going.
I drove home to three different places in September, and had family waiting for me everywhere I went. Also: don't bend over.
Exploring my rock climbing home, what it means to me, and what it is to others over two trips in July and August.