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 […]Read more "Protect Where We Play"
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 […]Read more "Five Years"
Why live a life that’s perceived as mad? My life is a love story. My life is a celebration of adventure, heartbreak, challenge, capability, and storytelling, the characteristic to which I hold myself dearest. My love story started in the mountains. From the granite walls of Yosemite, where I explored with my mother, a heritage […]Read more "Question Madness"
One of the benefits of being off on injury is that I get a lot of time for contemplation. I remember a lot, I get inspired, I relive memories, and I think about things that went right, and things that went wrong. Something I’ve been thinking about for a long time, was looking back six […]Read more "That Time That I Learned to Climb (And Ruined Someone’s Date)"
When I lived In Seattle, Nelson and Potterfield’s ‘Selected Climbs in the Cascades’ was essentially my climbing bible. So many magnificent climbs, summits, and remote approaches that made the North Cascades this mythical wonderland of relatively unknown and great ascents. I flipped through some of my favorites, Early Winters Spire, Washington Pass, The Pickets, Glacier […]Read more "Eldorado Peak: The East Ridge"
We’re officially on the other side, but the road is long and difficult. Last Thursday, about 10 days after the accident, I finally went into surgery to try and piece together my complete mess of a leg. In just over two hours, I had my ankle, which was badly dislocated, screwed back to my leg, […]Read more "Healing"
This post contains NSFW Language. When you start to climb, you are so into the moment, so into the action, and so into the sport that the consequences are merely under you. We push each other to bolder and bolder places and then when we get on something that we consider ‘easy’ we’re so used to […]Read more "Broken"