The Evening Redness in the West

Indian Creek, Utah.  End of my first day of splitter climbing, last November.  No scalphunters or gigantic, bald, erudite, bloodthirsty demons encountered.

In Memoriam

A wonderful dog, doing what he loved.  We all miss you, Buddy.

Serenity Now!

I feel like I've used that title before, but I don't care.  When I look at this picture, I hear those little chimes used in yoga classes to bring you out of Shavasana.  Serenity now, indeed.

Local Cragging

I touched some rocks!  New rocks, even!  Yay for spring-ish and a start to the season.  It was a ridiculously gorgeous day at Safe Harbor, and the climbing was full of calf-burning slab and nice views of the Susquehanna.

This picture, however, is from last year (MC cruising up...something. And wearing my helmet, no less), and is a different pile of local semi-choss (Birdsboro!).  I didn't take my camera.

Rollercoaster of Love...

...or untimely death.  Or love with a meth addict.

That said, this is an ostensibly functional amusement ride for children at the Kathmandu Zoo, Nepal.

Full disclosure: I totally desaturated all the colors but red to maximize the horrorshow-vibe.  I couldn't help myself.

Stir-Crazy

Plastic =/= rock.  WIIIIIIIINTEEEEEER.

Road to Nowhere

Late afternoon busting through lingering storm clouds over a very pleasant bike path near Copper, Colorado.

The Golden Hour

A proprietor keeping an eye on his wares, the Durbar night market, Kathmandu, Nepal.

Romancing the Stone

Skull Fuck, The Hole, New River Gorge.

Crack Attack

Two things.  One, mis amigos built one of these in the basement.  It's name is Gary Busey (because reasons) and it will bring the pain and then, hopefully, the offwidth strength.   Second, I had a particularly good day (gym...sigh) climbing today.  That's all.

Iron Hand in a Velvet Glove

You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves, and you cannot climb the cables route of Half Dome without visiting the glove repository (lest you fill your palms with tiny metal slivers).

Get in the Tub!

CB working her way up the slab section of Bathtub Mary, 5.11a, in the Muir Valley of the Red River Gorge.  From the slab, you pull into a huuuuuge hueco which gives the climb its name.  You could have a picnic in that thing.

(Non-)Pomp & Circumstance

Mucking about before the graduation the of the brother (like the running of the bulls, but with more mortar boards and a slightly lower casualty rate).

Aural Tableau

A private music lesson in the park surrounding the Temple of Heaven, in Beijing.  This was a really beautiful and inspiring public space- full of music, games, and group exercise.

Dog Pile

Someone's dog was gallivanting in Summersville Lake.  A sheepish pile o' fur and his stick, NRG.

Path Less Travelled

Bon voyage.  I'll miss ya.

Anniversary

Dawn light through the Fisher Towers, near Moab, UT.  The start of a very good day, amid a very, very good six months.  Here's to six more, and six more, and six more (you get the idea)!

Prone

JG in a rare truly restful (although not the most elegant) rest before the crux, high on Iniquity, 5.12b, at the Midnight Surf wall in the Red River Gorge.

Flyin' Hawaiian

DI on Flying Hawaiian, a beautiful piece of 11b rock on the Waimea wall at Rumney.  Its got everything- starts with a (rough) boulder problem, pulls a little roof on jugs, then rolls up into the sweeping, curved dihedral you can see above him here.