Toughin’ the Fuck Up

Sally and I stood at the base of Olive Oil in Red Rock; I flaked out the rope and she racked up for the first pitch. We've been climbing together for some years now, and it's become one of my most cherished partnerships. While I jumped right into the fray of multipitch trad climbing early…

Onward and Upward

I'm not sure how long I'll sit down and write this post tonight--hunkered down in a hotel room in Pismo Beach hiding from the rain. As I put these words down on, I wish I could say paper, the screen I can't help but think about the solitary state my life has assumed. The ties I've…