Fall's arrival; fire near the state line; sunset and Sherman granite.
It's been many years since I spent two consecutive months in Wyoming. Doing so in the summer meant ancient seas and contemporary riverways.
A eulogy for a rope; memory delving with a nylon cord crutch.
Little nuggets of gold
Two families and a workbag at the Iris.
Letting climbing take me somewhere different.
Symmetry Spire The rest day set us up to wake up early for Symmetry Spire. Back in the day, Symmetry was my first-ever alpine adventure. It was beyond cool to repeat the route
At long last, I got the Megs inside God's Rectangle. She left from the Bugs and I from Lander, and we rendezvoused in Victor, Idaho after two weeks geographically separated. Specifically, we rendezvoused
I've been in Squamish for a few weeks now, and had a Euroka! moment last night realizing I'd ticked my 101st pitch. The Grand Wall 9p Nate atop "Mercy Me", p3
Damn. Did I really not write down Ten Sleep routes this year!? Sunset driving between Casper and Ten Sleep Trudeau and I coordinated camping spot via texts as I journeyed north. I parked
I had many mailings waiting for me at two of my Wyoming domiciles (Ken's place, parent's place!). In particular, I was excited to get my first ever set of prints. Over the next
Gallery Late one morning Megan, Cameron, and I were having breakfast out in the courtyard at Tourist Home (breakfast burritos and french doughnuts, oh my). I was texting with Octavian when something I
When Megan needed a ride to Phoenix to catch a flight, I took it as an opportunity to go check out somewhere new: Mt. Lemmon over in Tucson. Hading there, I slept in
Gallery Dave was the first person to ever tell me about Winslow Wall. It's crazy man. It's this beautiful little slot canyon in the middle of the desert that's shady all day except
Three of my favorite people gathered at what might just be the best single limestone crag in the western United States. It was a... whirlwind.... Driving out of Flagstaff, Limekiln-bound ... of a good
ICF The International Climber's Festival successfully placed itself upon the hottest week of summer in Lander, Wyoming. I spent every night for a week intermittently sleeping and sweating (and perhaps accomplishing both simultaneously
Peaks Gallery Drive out of Flagstaff north on the 180, take a right turn on Snowbowl as though you were heading to the ski resort, and another right onto a dirt road with
The day before the International Climber's Festival kicked off I got three pitches in on the stone that, every time I take someone to it for the first time, I point to as
I don't think we even woke up early. A casual rollout to a tourist-jammed parking lot at the Midgley Bridge, a little ways north of Sedona. Megan pretended June was on a leash
Photo galleries Tapestry There are way, way too many storylines tied up in the mere five days I spent climbing in Indian Creek in early April. I want to tell them all at
After the departure of our friends and two days' rest, Jared and I woke up back in the Creek. Early. Breakfast burritos in the van, peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches packed next to heavy bags of
From Lander to Salt Lake City, where work was accomplished, friends were imposed upon, and I reunited with Mr. Meyer. After much hemming-and-hawing about weather and which crags would be dry and which
Life sped up a month ago. I closed up my trip to Indian Creek and immediately moved to Flagstaff, Az., tripled my hours-per-week, and within not much time at all started seeing a
Galleries Ken and I had the first few days in Lander to just piddle around on the walls and have fun with no responsibilities or obligations. We parked my van and his A-frame
A new circuit penetrated into the Gyps crew this fall. Ken told me that Jet Stream was "the best five-nine at Vedauwoo." I'd agree that it's a great 5.8, for