Blitzkrieg Day at Mt. Woodson
Ben and I hit Woodson today with the goal of doing thirty routes.. BLITZKRIEG DAY!!
Random Crap
Sport Climbing
Not to be outdone by Shay’s Pullharder-Exploration Division (PhD), I’m starting PUllharder Sport-climbing SYndicate (PUSSY). Everyone who thinks sport-climbing is the best and only aspect of climbing is welcome to join. We get together several times a week to hangdog and wank on bolted routes. No skills are required, you just have to talk big. More »
Straight to the Dome: Starvation and Glory in the High Sierra
The Kearsarge Pass is but a small lull in the blocky granite ridge that runs between Mt. Gould and University peak. The scree and tallus of Mt. Gould’s southern slopes fall away from the east and west to reveal a stark and bony ridgeline which steadily slithers upwards towards University peak. It is the skeleton of the Sierra, growing with every seismic episode and aged by the very weather it creates. More »
Full Circle: Moonlight Ascent of Leonids (II 5.9 El Cajon Mountain)
Back in February of 2006, I climbed my first multi-pitch route. I had been climbing for about 3-4 months at the time, mostly indoors and on toprope. My hands were still soft, my forearms puny, my gear still shiny, but my mind was gung-ho on this new sport More »
We celebrated Kostas’ birthday in fine style: Weekend o’ chumpness
The sunrise in the Buttermilks was glorious as usual, blah, blah, blah. I vaguely remember waking up for a split second and seeing an incredible light show playing out on the underside of the clouds on the eastern horizon, but it was probably just a dream. More »
Kostas on Gunsmoke
This was the weekend of the big fires (October 2007). If anyone knows the proper way to do the video conversion from NTSC 720×480 (widescreen) to mp4/youtube format, please let me know. More »
Uh-oh, I pulled too hard!
In this season of hard training and pushing your limits, I figured I would post up a reminder that you need to listen to your body. Very carefully. More »
On Winter
Avalanches suck. The photo below is from blatant early season stupidity, four years ago in Washington, resulting in a 1/2 to 1 foot crown and a 500 foot ride, a sprained ankle, a shitty walk out, and a super fun ER visit. More »
