a bad goodbye

Typical tree in La Rambla
Learning a language feels like climbing sometimes. The first days in a new area leave you feeling confused and flailing. But after a few days of consistency, you start to feel the flow. Some days you’re spot on for no reason at all, the next you can barely do your warm up and you have no idea why. Sometimes a few rest days leave you extra motivated and on top of your game. Always in the end no matter how much you think you know, there are a million pieces of the language you have yet to learn. (more…)

La Vida Tranquila

Daila crushing her project Mind Control, 14c in Oliana Spain.
Not a ton to report here from Spain. It’s basically been day after day of perfect conditions, phenomenal climbing, and watching seriously strong climbers go to work on amazing high-end projects. Yeah no pasa nada, just the Spanish way I suppose. We’ve been putting all our efforts into Oliana and Santa Linya, two amazing cliffs with completely different styles. (more…)

Spain Please!

I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for the tranquilo and slowed pace life of Spain. Our last few weeks in the states seemed suffocated with social obligations, planning, training, moving, packing and squeaking out all the last minute details in between. Life starts to feel a little like a circus, and it’s not until we stopped here in another country that I felt I could take a clear look at the entire process and start to get something out of it.

Rusted road vehicle at our car lot in Las Vegas, NV.
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Chatty Town

Trying to figure out how to boulder.
I used to define sections of my life with blog posts. Each submit would tidily tie up a trip or stay somewhere. These days we’ve been moving too fast to keep up with blogs, footage, photos or people for that matter. While my content for blogs keeps getting greater, the time to organize it, tell about it, and really comprehend it seems to diminish inside each intertwining trip and travel. (more…)