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?"
The world is connected by footsteps. Before steamships and zeppelins, before jets and bicycles, we walked. We crossed distances, left deserts and savannas, on our heels. Walking hearkens back to a world of mysteries, of animism and great unknowns, of shedding our technological present and returning to something somehow seeming more pure. But does walking... Continue Reading →
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 →
Eek! I've been so busy either at work or at play up in the mountains I haven't been good to my poor ol' little blog... So without much fanfare, here I present my--no particular order--Cascade Top 10 List o' Lakes...All the lakes into which I've dipped toe, gingerly stepped on when iced, gazed on from... Continue Reading →
Go. Go now. Go while the mountains are still robed in layers of white and cold blue. Go while the air is heavy with the sultry heat of spring growth. Go while the trillium blooms and the wind alternates warm and cool across baking rocks and iced glaciers. Wander the old trail back to the... Continue Reading →