Climbing Flowers and Limestone The campsites and walls of Wild Iris have almost been more home to me than Jackson this summer - I think I have clocked in at least twenty nights there by now. The
campfire The Wildest of I's At one point I turned to Ken Hilton and whispered "Who the fuck is this guy?" "I know, right?" the Hiltonator responds with raised eyebrows and a shrug that
Climbing Ode to Rest Days I think it's Newton's Second Law of Motion that states: A body in constant motion eventually needs rest. I could be wrong though. With two trips to Ten Sleep Canyon, five trips to
England Reading & Oxford Roight then! England! Monday - Ghostly times in London I arrived in Heathrow, walked through customs, and scanned the crowd outside arrivals, glossing over the besuited men holding placards and the families awaiting
corgi Holidays Part 6, Nostalgia Road This post ended up being a walk down nostalgia road, which is fitting, as that's pretty much what it was like visiting Gary. So, a lot of the photos are from a few