A Return to Winter

Ah, that time of year again huh? The little stretch where I'm reminded that my first taste of outdoor adventures came on a waxed plank with metal edges, not flailing around


Two weeks with no internet, only climbing. And rum. And hammocks. And tobacco fields, and... communism, and.

January's Nokhu

I think it was my love of how the crags make me feel small that pushed me towards them, even knowing that they could not be in this early in the season. The

The East Side

From Thanksgiving week til the week before Christmas, I made my home in a brand new town.