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 scrambling the occasional boulder I recognized my longtime friend and climbing partner Janet coming up the hill towards us. And…

A Sour Taste

I slept under the stars--only a sleeping pad between me and the dirt. Cowboy camping. It was so dark, quiet, and peaceful out there in the desert. I wish it were possible to send that moment to you, so you could experience it for yourself. The sky was darker than I've ever seen, but the…

A Dangerous Place to Be

I pulled into Joshua Tree National Park early, finding Galen without issue. I had already nabbed a lucky spot at Hidden Valley Campground, and the day was unseasonably perfect for Joshua Tree in January. The dirtbags were sprawled out in the dirt doing stretches and yoga in the early morning sun, lounging as we can…

Four Star Syndrome

I left Mount Woodson feeling defeated. I knew I wasn't defeated, but instead that I was just burnt out. Too much ambition, too many goals, too many responsibilities, too many dreams; I was trying to accomplish them all at once. By the time I got to San Diego State I was feeling hopeless, like running…