MyLifeAsAnIceClimber

After Ouray I always enter a time-space warp where I do little climbing this is not the first year this has happened so I know nay I welcome...

I sought to wear the competition jersey at Ouray if only for one last time. So I packed the Mini with all my kit plus Scout drove west by ...

Already there has been snow deep enough to lick down boot tops ice not the fragile new variety but older if not downright ancient. Summer n...

What happened to winter? Where did it go? Is there life after LA GORZDERETTE?! Amid the red wet confines of the ewe's pelvis I hunt for ...

La Gorzderette . Where to begin... There are those trips where you go somewhere do a bunch of climbing n' drinking then come home. Then ...

Some climbs stay with you. Through the years they linger always there just above or below the conscious. I had first been up to the Super Co...

My alarm went off at midnight I troop onto the back deck in thin terry bathrobe gaze up to see an oil-sta in on the moon a most surreal red ...