Flag Townie
Early in the year, I said I "moved" to Flagstaff as something of a joke. When
you've been on the move constantly for the last two years, what does it mean to
"move"
beer
Season's End
An Interlude Back Home
When I got back from the blur of long nights out on the town on my business trip
in Denver (so close to home, yet still two weeks from
Portland & Bend
At the end of March I skipped out of my parents' spare bedroom and resumed life
on the road. The plan had been to turn a "business" trip to Portland into a West
The South Sixshooter
One morning in Indian Creek, over at that fine, fine camp site they call
Hamburger Rock, eight climbers sat around a morning fire.
The fire was warming the air and the desert sun
Still Not Climbing
It's hard to keep track of all the things I do that aren't climbing, but luckily
I take lots of pictures to remind me. Here's some that I missed from my rest
days