People outside of Coal Creek Tap late on a sunny afternoon.
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 My wedding invitation was sent to Ken's house. I opened and read it on his toilet, two months after the wedding had actually taken place. I did not miss the wedding of
There's a sharp bend on the highway between Dubois and Jackson where, in the winter, I like to stop and take a pee. It's to commemorate the first occasion when I did so:
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
Ken carved out time on a Thursday to go have a playdate in Vedauwoo and break up the rhythms of graduate-daddy-boyfriend life. Brian rounded us out to three and took my camera from
Gallery I just keep finding more and more photos of Vedauwoo. Still, I can confidently say this is the end of them. These are shots taken days before I left Wyoming for good
The Photo Gallery After a little bit of digging I can say with certainty that I first met Cameron September 2015, almost exactly a year ago. Ken spoke often of his new climbing
Just the photos + some extras, please. I moved to Laramie this spring, but it took me until August to believe it. It was when I was still here to do things that weren't
I made two trips to the 'Voo while Laramizing. It's still not my turn to climb, but we keep getting closer. In the meanwhile I'm staying behind the lens and on the jugs.
March I moved back to Laramie and stayed all through April. It's been a wonderful time of relaxing into old friendships while forging new ones, time often spent gathered around coffee and beer.
Hearing "You boys are a long way from home" from over my shoulder as I'm bending down to slide my pack out of my truck is the sort of thing that
Ah, trad climbing. I took a week to work remotely (aka, climb) down in Laramie, where I spent time with loved ones and in loved places. For the first time in a year,
photo credit Last winter I was biking to Trihydro the morning after a blizzard. Going over the train tracks on the pedestrian bridge I went by a photographer catching the clear blue morning.
The place that comes to mind when I hear the word "home" in my head is starting to change again. さよなら While I've still got over a month left here in Japan, things