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"
For my entire climbing career, I wanted to climb Castleton. That was my tower, it was my goal. Castleton Tower is a majestic 400-foot spire of magnificent Wingate Sandstone that sits proudly on a 1,000-foot cone of loose, rotten, decaying boulders. When I first came to Moab in 2011, my first time climbing outside, I […]Read more "Castleton Tower: The North Chimney"
About a week ago, I did something that even to me was wholly unexpected. I reopened and started re-reading my old art textbooks that had been the basis of an art history bachelor’s degree. As I was re-reading my scribbled notes, as I remembered furiously typing out my thesis, and as I looked over the […]Read more "Art and Ascents: Outdoor Art and Renaissance Ideals"