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 …
Tag: Climbing
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 …
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 …
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 …
Hidden in Plain Sight
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, …
Just Another Day
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 …
I Don’t Need That Much…
Leaving gets more and more familiar. In the beginning it’s a scary mess, and we try to pack our car with everything we own. Of all the things we pack, we only use a little. …
