Defying convention
Author: saftythird
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 …
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 …
Remember to Remember
He rolled over in bed on top of his lover, reaching over to the bed stand and grabbed a syringe cap filled with used cottons and vitamin water. “Maybe we can just shoot vitamins instead …
Just bobbin..
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know where I’m going. I find myself diving into the Pacific more and more each day, because it’s the one place where my mind stills. But on …
Racing the Sun
Dave burled down the shitty Mount Woodson trail headed downhill to Starface when red flashed down below. It’s rare to see another climber down here, especially on a weekday. As we continued down the slope …
Every Minute of Everyday
Five years of early mornings, long days, and late nights. I am quite possibly the epitome of what defines the concept of the 99%. A struggling american citizen with no reprieve in sight, but trudging …
Growing Pains
I was sitting with my lifelong friend Jake on his patio talking climbing and talking life–where those two end and begin, I’m not sure. He laughed in reference to the amount of people who compare …
