Scarlet Stone Showdown

Well, the initial leg of my trip is over. The house that Bob built (well, rented) is empty, and the gang from Portland has all gone their separate ways. It was a hell of a week, and I was sad to see everyone go, but I’m excited to really be out on my own now!

Agent Orange and Jesus

It was a heck of a week. Climbing-wise, I put down my old project Yaak Crack (11d) with surprisingly little effort. My beta-burn got me to the last bolt, and after watching twelve-year-old Max flash it with a busted foot, I was inspired and managed to redpoint my next go. Didn’t feel anywhere near as hard as it did in Thanksgiving. I also managed to put down Sweet Pain (11d) in two gos, as well as flashing several 11- climbs throughout the course of the trip, including Slave to the Grind, and 11b/c which is likely my hardest flash. Bob told me it was a 5.10. That lovely bastard!

Probably the highlight of the trip was Fear and Loathing, a 12a I’d played around on in Thanksgiving. Although I hadn’t reached the chains then, it seemed vaguely doable, and being the first 12a I ever laid hands on, it’s got some sentimental value. Amazingly, moves that seemed almost impossibly hard before went down fairly easily, and I was able to one-hang the route, falling near the end of the crux after running out of draws on my right side and having to awkwardly reach across my body. I don’t think I would have redpointed it anyway, but lesson learned!

Sadly, despite a few rest days, a combination of heat, fatigue, and wanting to get the kids on some multipitch meant I never managed to get back to F&L to seal the deal, but I’m still extremely happy about how the week went. I definitely had my lead head screwed on straight, and I was climbing extremely well. I’ll get back to F&L in May; in the meantime there are plenty of other climbing areas to visit and hard routes to send!

Climbing with the younger members of our group was a special treat. Max was the youngest at twelve, while Lila, in her first year of college, is the oldest. All of them are a blast: Lila climbs gracefully, Max is a bonecrusher with a great attitude, Kira is quiet and modest but pulled down every bit as hard as the rest of the crew, Taylor hasn’t been climbing as long as the rest but clearly has a lot of enthusiasm for the sport and stepped up to lead some things that were tough for her, and Andrew, at 14, is friendly and really gets through the typical teenage fogginess in order to focus and climb hard when on the rock. I normally feel a little awkward around folks who are much younger than me, but this was a great group–they all know each other well, have a fun time together, and were very welcoming to me, the one “new guy.” I think the tights probably helped break the ice.

The adults on the trip: Bob, Scott, Jenny and Kip, were awesome as well. It was super fun rope-gunning for the kids with Bob and Scott (even if the kids can all outclimb me any day of the week), Kip kept us all laughing, fed, and in good spirits, and Jenny made sure everything ran smoothly–not to mention kept Kip and I from getting too graphic around the kiddos.

On the last day we took the kids to the Lotta Balls wall for some old fashioned trad multipitch. For many of them it was their first time climbing more than one pitch up, and I was honored to take Taylor up her first multipitch, Black Magic, on her 16th birthday!

Anyway, everybody left and since the Red Rock Rendezvous was going on I wasn’t able to find space in the campground, so I decided to roll out here to St. George for the evening. I got totally hosed by a windstorm last night, and after spending 30 minutes wandering around an unfamiliar national forest in the dark in 70 MPH winds, I gave up on finding a spot sheltered enough to pitch a tent and found a hotel. I am a terrible dirtbag, but I’ve learned two good lessons: don’t arrive at unfamiliar camping after dark, and secure your campsites before the weekend onslaught.

Happily, it’s now Sunday, so I should be able to find a place to camp in Zion, and I can hang out there for a few days hiking and recuperating from all the hard climbing last week. Then I’ll head back towards boulder for the SCS nationals, family-time, and my first time climbing in Eldo and Boulder Canyons! Psyched!


Punch it, Chewie!

The last few weeks went by at lightspeed. I finished moving out, I gave away about 3/4 of everything I owned, packed up the rest, said goodbye to my friends, and hit the road for Vegas with my buddy Bob!

My goodbye party went really well, despite me unknowingly exposing everyone at it to strep. We partied exactly as hard as I wanted to, considering that I felt like hammered shit, and I was really touched to see all the people who wanted to come see me off. Portland has been very good to me–I have a lot of great friends there. What hit me during the goodbye party though is that you folks aren’t just my friends, you’re my community. My tribe! Considering what a deviant weirdo I am, I feel very blessed to be part of such a great group of people.

I definitely want to give a special shout out to Juan. Juan has been a really important climbing mentor to me, and although we haven’t been friends for very long, it feels like we’ve been buds forever. I don’t think I would have pulled it together to make this trip happen if it hadn’t been for Juan’s boundless enthusiasm and the positive impact he’s had on my attitude towards climbing. Juan, I’m proud to be your weekend boyfriend slash mancrush.

The trip down to Vegas with Bob was pretty uneventful, all things considered. We drove from 3:30pm straight through the night, arriving in Vegas at around 10am. After we turned off onto US-95 south, we went 200 miles without seeing a single open gas station, arriving at a Chevron at 6am. The fuel light went on at the exact moment we pulled up to the pump, which seemed like an auspicious start to the trip!

I’m here now with a bunch of Bob’s Club Sport proteges and friends in a house we’re all renting for the week. After they leave I’ll be out on my own, probably to the Owen’s River Gorge, and then I’ll turn back towards Colorado to visit my family for a while and get the platform built in my car. For now, though, I’m enjoying the company, the climbing, and the kitchen!

Pics from Red Rocks, Thanksgiving 2011

While I figure out a better way to manage photo galleries in WordPress’ free service, I’m just going to direct everyone to my Picasa web albums as I make them. On that note, check out these photos I snapped on a recent trip to Las Vegas with Bob, Juan, and Ha to get some climbing in away from the dreary rain up here in the Northwest!

Maybe I’ll put two or three of the very best in here inline just to spruce things up a bit.