The last of my time in the far north, partaking of beautiful views in a town that's set all on its lonesome.
Visiting and skiing with a climbing brother in a hidden corner of the world.
An explosive roar, a long silence. Text messages and time. Catharsis for the unwounded.
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 with colorful
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