Grays Peak – Standard Route

I’ve been really excited lately. I feel for the first time in a long time, I’m starting to get my mountain jive back. While I didn’t get to knock off my winter objectives (A winter ascent of Kelso Ridge being at the forefront, and more snowy climbs) I had a pretty spectacular ski season, and […]

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In The Heart Of The Creek

I woke up from the back of my car, the rainbow colored prayer flags that hang from my trunk fluttered in the dusty rusted sand, and I watched ash skies envelope the Six Shooter’s towered architecture. Across the fields of sagebrush, and over the black stained bacteria of the cryptobiotic soil, a small rabbit scurried […]

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The Photo

This week marks five years to the day of my first attempt on Rainier. I was a rookie. Completely out of my element. Completely unprepared for what I was going to go up against. It was my first peak, my first glacial climb, and my first time using an ice axe. I wanted to do […]

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25 Days

“You probably won’t be skiing or climbing. You should not be this calm for what you’ve just done.” I sat in the hospital bed, trying to stay jovial, trying to stay calm, and internally destroyed. Those were the words of the doctor who had just seen the x-ray of my destroyed tibia and fibula. That […]

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Protect Where We Play

Back in September, I was invited to the Outdoor Industry Association’s annual Rendezvous conference. The last session of the conference was to be an information session from surrogates representing Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump’s respective camps, to explain what their candidate would do for our industry, my industry where I make my living. Clinton was […]

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Five Years

Five years ago this week, I started Mike Off the Map. It was a blog that was simply meant to record some of the places I’d been to, a budding outdoor life, and just generally a way to get some thoughts out. I gave it a month, tops, before I’d probably forget about it. Five […]

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