Did you think I was finished traveling, and this blog over with as the result of my lack of vagrancy? Ha! Think again, I haven't grown up and started doing adult things that quickly. This one's long, so I'll keep the first bit short; it's really just for my parents' benefit anyhow and they already know most of the details. After graduation, I headed west again, and went to all the exact same places I always do because likely because I have a subconscious fear of change, and also because I already knew where all the good coffee shops are. First came Tensleep, where I fell off things I probably shouldn't have, gained endurance, and spent more time hanging out in the river by camp than was likely fruitful. Following Tensleep we made the short run over to Lander, and a crag that has a bit of a place in local legend. Wolf Point has one of the highest concentrations of difficult routes in the country, and with the addition of a heinous approach and exceedingly s
The art of dreaming, and why fairytales sometimes require their fair share of blood, sweat, and tears
*Note: this post is quite long. If you are not my parents, please feel no obligation to read it in its entirety. The first section is a life update, the second a somewhat humorous look at climbing ethics, and the third a short story I've been writing between climbing sessions. Feel free to skip any or all of these that do not personally interest you. This summer has been a dream. I'm honestly not sure how else to say it, though the statement sounds like a complete cliche even as I type it. There's so much to describe (and so long since I've last done so) that it's hard to even think of where to begin. After Tensleep, Alex and I headed south to Wild Iris, and a route that's been humbling, injuring, and frustrating me for the past three years. Throwing the Houlihan; a Todd Skinner classic and the first of its (quite sandbagged) grade sent by an American. I've been through the emotional rollercoaster on this piece of stone, fallen everywhere I possib