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"
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
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
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
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