Two weeks pretending I'm still a Lander local.
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
The sends of the summer on that pocketed goodness at the top of limestone mountain.
A week centered on the Fourth of July in Wild Iris, the wild people I was there with, and the photos that tell their (our) stories.
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.