Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Naked Rehab

My friend Colin Simon just back from a 2 month trip from Europe, I'm 3 months out of shape, were both psyched. Climbing rehabilitation in Eldorado Canyon. I followed the first two pitches of this route a few years ago when I first started climbing, but didn't finish the route.

I started us off by leading the first pitch of T2, a 5.8d R pitch, into The Naked Edge. The fall temps numbed my hands, and I was officially pumped. "Wow, this feel great."  

Colin and I swapped leads, and I managed to send all but the last pitch. My forearm muscles screamed as I tryed to get out a stuck cam out. I yelled in frustration because I blew it.
Wow, it feels great to climb again. I am so lucky to live this life.

Tomorrow afternoon I'm headed to the American Alpine Club library to work on applying for the mountain fellowship grant. Rad!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Indian Creek Photoblog

I'm gripped for time, EMT school, training for patagonia, work, and trying to fit in photo/video is rough to say the least. I'm very excited to share my latest video with you. Stay tuned.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


A dormant and seemingly lifeless psyche has been looming over me for the last month. The bland, colorless routine and increasing daily dose of anxiety nearly left me paralyzed. I couldn't climb, I couldn't study, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think. "I'm such a fuck up." 

Waves of insecurity and doubt filled my head with an ocean of noise.

Something has to drastically change. I've got to get out of here. In my life, I do everything I possibly can to make a dream come true. It sounds clichet, but I dare you to try it.

Something shifted. I feel like I've synchronized my body and mind. A revitalized sense of determination has given me the motivation and energy to save myself from drowning.

January 4th I fly into Buenos Aires, Argentina. This is where I will take a 1,800 mile bus ride to my first destination, El Chalten. The small mountain village in Patagonia is where I'll spend my first month in South America. This is me, learning to live.

Solo in the flatirons.