Do me a favor, blast this song while you read this post. I was driving Highway 97 by myself, windows down, some garbage pop song playing loud on the radio and I just knew: I can’t leave Terrebonne. I’d just come down from climbing in the Marsupials — an obscure crag by Smith-classics standards — andContinue reading “This Must Be the Place”
I felt the need to document the moment so strongly that I couldn’t bring myself to take my phone out for a photo. I know that sounds ridiculous. But I couldn’t put a screen between myself and my surroundings for even a moment to take a lousy iPhone photo.
It finally happened. I lost my first climbing friend. A little over a year ago, I wrote a piece for a magazine about accidents in the alpine. I asked a few climber friends for sources on the subject, and eventually got directed to a couple of climbers that had a boulder pull on them whileContinue reading “Loss”
Step one: Buy a used Subaru and a Patagonia puffy jacket. These are staples around the City of Subdued Excitement. You will see them everywhere and without them, you’ll be sure to stand out. Even if you never, ever go to the mountains, at least you look like you can hang. Step two: Choose anContinue reading “How to Bellingham”
I was going through my photos from a recent and impactful trip to Bishop, California when I came across this one. It stood out from the rest – a collection of goofy photos, action shots and short video clips…
Step one: Unrequested week off from work. Step two: Round up some hooligans and pile them into your car. Step three: Hit the road to California.