‘Settle down there, Fuzzy!’
In lieu of a knuckle-popping, no good finger injury, we decided to shift gears a bit, steering Vincent through tiny Wyoming towns and highway traffic toward a familiar and favorite place: Yellowstone ...
Pop goes the pulley?
After a day of warmups at Wild Iris and a few moderate routes to start the morning Robyn and I moved to the “Rode Hard Wall” which contained a nice group of mid elevens and twelves. Midway...
The Desert Unknown
Hatching May Flies billowed from the Colorado River in a desert snow storm. Our new friend Mark a local Ichthyologist was amazed at their numbers. Beez, a fast looking dog with endless energy, raced u...
Bishop, California.
Leaving Bishop and entering new territory (insert fist pound here), I can’t help but look back on our time spent in the dry, desert country of central California. Upon first glance and unenthusiasti...
The Mecca
No one can argue the importance of Yosemite to rock climbing. This is climbing’s greatest stage, and while some places go in and out of fashion (France and Spain come to mind) Yosemite’s...
Alpine Domes
A short but sweet tour of Mammoth Lakes led us on a drive of its perimeter. There seem to be few settings for a town in this world that can match that of Mammoth Lakes. Nestled up against the Sierra t...
Clark Canyon
This has been one of my favorite legs of the trip. With great memories and ample happy vibes stored in our pockets, we anxiously traveled out of Tahoe, and farther away from too many people and god-aw...
A Wild Turn of Events
After a perfect night at our discrete snowpark camp near Echo Lake summit, we enjoyed coffee in the sun before heading out to climb at Berkley Camp. The real Berkley Camp is a camp for kids run by the...