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 […]Read more "In The Heart Of The Creek"
Crack climbing teeters on the edge between warfare and ballet. The best climbers balance graceful choreography, rhythm and total brutality leaving knuckles raw and bloodied, fingers cut, and palms swelled pink from a mixture of chalk and blood. Last weekend I took my reintroduction to handjams, footjams, cams, and fingers struggling to barely hold on […]Read more "Crack Addiction: It’s Brutal, It’s Bloody, and I Love It"