On the Farm

End of the day, cleaning Sex Farm, a 12a, down in the Red River Gorge, Kentucky.  Shot from a recessed shelf about halfway up.  This was our third day climbing and the first with sun and dry holds; the first day I really got to taste what the Red has to offer.  Which is a lot!

Back to the beginning

Crater Lake, beautiful, beautiful Oregon.  Back after a long hiatus, full of sea change.

Away!

Imma go here.  Imma do this (sorta).  Back in a week!

Dam.

In the lochs of the Three Gorges Dam on the Yangtze River, China.  I seem to recall spending the night in this boat stairway.  Water goes up, water goes down.  Very. slowly.

Not with a bang, but a whimper.

This is how your trek ends...

...if you are unfortunate enough to come down with Acute Mountain Sickness.  We saw this tableau many a time, with the tourists in varying degrees of distress.  The best-off came down on their own feet, in a stumbley sort of way, leaning on porters or guides.  Then came the horse-loads, like this guy, heads bobbing in semi-consciousness.  And for the worst of all, a seat in a helicopter evacuating the dangerously-ill to Kathmandu; a constant stream above our heads.

Pumped!

Today I finally sent a route that I had been working on for a couple of weeks.  A fairly wussy one (although it hit my weak spots...hence the projecting) and in the gym, but I am feeling very pleased with myself, noobness and all.  Thus, you get a climbing picture- Wizard @ Birdsboro, cleaning a 5.12a.  Enjoy.

Island life

Some friends of mine are in St. Lucia right now...

Jerks.

Meanwhile, I went down to Occupy Philly and was aggressively hit on by one cop and about ten drunk homeless men. Oh, and there was some protest action too.  Not action-action, a la Oakland or PDX, but the somewhat more civilized kind.

Oh, and this picture is from a trip to St. Croix (guess I can't complain too much...), taken on film and somewhat shittily scanned, hence the grain.  Still, I find it a soothing image.