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…
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 their climbing ability and progress with his, and, often so, they haven't spent a fraction of the time honing the…
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…
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…
When Janet and I pulled up to the El Cajon Mountain trailhead late morning on a Saturday we were greeted by pull outs filled with cars. She wanted to head out to the main wall, and I had already voiced my concerns with the crowding we might face with a late start. We parked and…
On New Years Eve I received a "Happy New Years," message from a friend. I returned the gesture. I asked my friend what she was doing, and she said she was just going to play some bp. I didn't have a clue what bp was, so I just asked if it was anything like badminton.…
