It’s pretty surprising how busy I manage to keep myself even without a “real” job. In the past week I helped film a video, attended a event, wrote freelance articles, while still making to the cliff most days. Here are some shots from Gregory shoot, which they were filming what they called a “social media video”, whatever that means. They had a cool-ass helicopter that got some amazing shots. The heli looks harmless in photos, but when you’re right up next to it this thing is pretty intimidating. The shots look incredible as Joe and I have already seen some of the footage. I haven’t seen much other climbing footage like this except in King Lines. It’s def where climbing videos need start heading more.
The video ended at the Red Rock Rendezvous in Las Vegas’s Red Rocks. The event was a good time, with lots of liaisons and chilling. I realized events like this are pretty cyclical in that getting new people into climbing helps climbing companies grow, and then these companies can in turn support their athletes better, in which the people then see these athletes get psyched and want to start climbing. Here are a few photos from the event booths, clinics, faces and whatnot.
Luckily this “work” is pretty chill, so Joe and I got away a few times to check some of the Vegas life out there, eating at our favorite Vegas restaurant Firefly and enjoying the Bodies Exhibition.
We also ran into a few of the youngster Boulder Boyz on their Spring Break road trip. Someone would have to pay me a lot of money to ride in that car for a few days. But it looks like the road trips ills haven’t fully set in and they were all in good spirits. John Cardwell sent Ethan Pringle’s problem Wet Dream V12, making the trip worth their while. SICK John!! Here are a few photos of Ty Landman the day before at the Kraft Boulders.
Now back in Hurricane it’s on to my own proj Pussy Cat 13a at the Cathedral. I scored some new kicks at the RRR and I’m amped to rock them on the technical two-bolt slab crux at the top of this piece. Here a few photos from my first day up this rad line.
EMS has started posting some photos from our trip. Here are a few of muah, though there are several other sick pics of everyone from the shoot on the site. Gotta love the dorking out one on top best;)
Going back to your hometown is always a trip. I have constant flashbacks, my covered up ascent gets uprooted, there are never ending new streets and stores, right next to unchanged corners and crevasses. The more time that it has been since I’ve come back the less people I see. I’m sure they’re still here but every year that passes becomes a larger gap separating me from the people that were once a part of my life. At the same time, the lives of people I hold onto continue to become more full. Careers, spouses, and babies become part of their lives weeding out the floatyness of their early 20’s. The babies I knew become kids, and the kiddies become teenagers heading to highschool. I catch myself saying “Gosh, I’m old” like a million times, meanwhile my mother gives me a sideways glance as if to say “You haven’t even scratched the surface of aging my dear.”
Out in Hurricane, people live the simple life. Your biggest commitment of the day usually includes a trip to the grocery store, because food dictates most of your schedule. There’s a lot of down time, where you just saunter out to the back of the house, take a seat on the bench, and soak up some sun. I can feel myself getting anxious sometimes, but then I’ll just ease the pointless wants with questions like, why?
Here’s a photo of Lauren killing “Smoking Drum” 13a/b at Black and Tan the other day. It’s super inspiring climbing with this girl. She tries hard and doesn’t make excuses for anything.
Here are some vintage Black and Tan photos from a couple of years ago when we were living in Vegas. Nice to see we’re still working on the same freakin projects!
Here are a few photos from the other day up at the Zen wall in St. George. I took a plunge onto a little crack climbing (not pictured) which I’m not so well versed in. After actually moving off my first fist jams (success!!) I tried a 12c a little more up my alley, with steep jug rails and jumps. Stellar! One of the coolest things about St Gizzle so far is the fact you have so many cliff options to choice from.
One problem I’ve found since I’ve been in Sol de Utah is the fact you find yourself becoming a condition snob. You suddenly hear yourself complaining it’s too hot, them too cold, then suddenly a little too humid, maybe you should have hit the VRG or maybe Moes would have been best. Meanwhile your getting the stank eye from all the Salt Lake locals that have busted their ass all week, only to rush down right after work fri for a mere two days rock grappling coupled with cold camping and not so soft sleeping pads. Here’s a few photos of the SLC badasses ellen and rosie. Ellen sent her proj The Cross 13c and Rosie came super close to her route Hobytla. Venga tia!!!
Joe and I just moved to Hurricane, Ut. I would say we’re exciting and nervous about the new move. But the truth is since I graduated college three (almost four!) years ago we had lived in 4 different cities, in 8 different houses (including a tent and Corolla), had 13 different roommates, and changed our address 16 times (thanks mom for our one constant). So to say this move is more intriguing than last would be a stretch, though the vigor of change still holds strong. Regardless that this is our umpteenth place, we are amped about the climbing around here and our new pad at the “Ranch”. Check some pics of our sunny day at the local cliff Chuckawalla.
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