Fall's arrival; fire near the state line; sunset and Sherman granite.
The story of a journey north, friendship, and beers
Letting climbing take me somewhere different.
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
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
It was easy to pick out the big Vedauwoo days of the past few months, but as the summer marched on more and more of my photo collection was comprised of one-route days.
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
Nat's Three Star Roof, Vedauwoo Straight Edge Anchor Installment, Vedauwoo Thanatos, Fremont Canyon Raised on Robbery, Vedauwoo Mile High Comic Crack, Boulder Canyon I Go To The Barn Because I Like The, Sweden
skip the words, go right for the photos Hot off my success at Ten Sleep, I was ready to make the smash at the 'Voo. Gyps Bartholomieux took ownership of my fate and
Normally I start a post with a quick sentence on where we were, followed by the lining up of the usual suspects and saying things like There's Laurel, the up-and-coming crusher who will
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.
In-between longer trips, I'm still getting out with friends most days for a climb or three. Vedauwoo Spectreman On the last Sunday in October, I got to belay Ken, inspired by our time
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
Six years ago my (fairly new, back then!) friends Jenn and Maciej invited me to come climb on the little bouldering wall at the back of the University of Wyoming. Wait, I thought,
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,