So what do we do, climbers? Do we abandon the temples of rock climbing to the hordes? Do we focus on education? Do we enforce regulations? Do we tell bereaved families that their son or daughter should have known better? Do we limit what is considered grounds for lawsuits? Do we avoid the Fifty Classics? Do we stop writing guidebooks? Do we seek ever further adventures, necessitating going harder? Do we give over to the guides leading folks from Maryland up Forbidden Peak? Do we adopt the pernicious attitude of "I was here first, and I can't share?"
4:00 am is a nasty little hour, not quite belonging to night nor to day, it whispers, "What are you doing? Go back to bed. But you have to pee first." I know of no man nor woman strong enough to resist that insistence of the pee call once woken at some unseemly hour. However,... Continue Reading →
Standing on the edge of the earth, the sandstone rippling like mute dancers, almost but not quite crashing and breaking, and everything falling below down and down and down to some little ribbon of nothing road--this is the land of epiphany. Desert mountains house gods and revelations, demons and that clear, wide-open sky. Candy cane striped red... Continue Reading →
Curled underneath a white boulder, KG and I huddled as the storm wracked the face of Mt. Stuart. Blackened clouds funneled and churned above the peak and rain shot sideways volleys at the granite. Further north, lightning strobed the morning sky. Yes--it was a wonderful day to attempt the West Ridge of Mt. Stuart. Our plan... Continue Reading →