The hills were alive

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Meet the team.

This guy.

is on my roadtripping "don't forget list" right under tent and food.

What limestone?

Well, I'm in Mesquite, NV taking a rest day. Personally, I don't need the rest, but apparently the "talent" does. Athletes are sooo pampered! Anyway, I'll just keep checking emails and biding time.

Off to Saint George

I'm off this evening to Saint George, UT for the next 10 days to do some climbing and hopefully get some good shots . The weather is suppose to be in the 70s with that sweet sunshine. Spring has arrived! I am psyched.

UC Issue #22

I am pleased (psyched, amazed, all the standard superlatives apply) to have provided the cover image for the newest issue of Urban Climber Magazine. The features in this issue are awesome, make sure to pick up a copy!

Sneeldog...

finally sent his damn project after years of missing this move. Hard-headed beta kept him trying this dyno right-handed, rather than the normal way, left handed. You can't teach an old dog new tricks! What's with the "told you so" smile Scott? Congrats!

My sister and Lynn have taught me

french braiding back the hair before crushing

72 more years...

I hope to ride this damn train. Thanks to everyone who came out for my birfday!

Planning...Hmmmm....

I'm planning out my year's schedule this week under a blanket of fresh snow. I can't wait to hit the road once again. I'm going winter stir crazy!!! Friday, I'm off to St. George for a week, then coming back to shoot a sure-to-be-exciting feature, headed to Squamish, kicking off RMH, and then wrestling with The Rocklands once again.

Meanwhile I've been out shooting in town with friends as they do their thing on the boulders. I love it!

Paul Robinson
Justin Roth
Pete Zoller
Lynn Hill
Yes, I can French-braid
Shey and Frankie!

bouldering images from last week.

Justin Roth, Sarah Owens, Lynn Hill, Pete Zoller

3.10.08 - The over-dramatized version of a normal day.

Today started like any other day. If I'm psyched I'll...

A: Wake up around 9, eat a couple Jimmy Dean (we southerners know him simply as JD) sausage patties, brew some coffee, play some guitar, and role out to the back door to check the weather.

Or, I may...

B: Wake on up around 6, drink some green tea, do some yoga, role on out to the front door to check the weather. I won't really know which until I wake that morning, so I stopped trying to prepare myself.

"Whoa, nice one today," I say to myself on this day, and after choosing previous option A, I'm getting out for sure!

Paul calls and says he'd like to go try 'Midnight Express' again." So, I'm out...but out the back door. Paul Robinson is a tricky dude however, and I always have to remember that any climbing day with Paul is always an Epic. "Good day for one though," i think.

As we leave town and start to head up Boulder Canyon, Paul says, "I hope we make it." I've been known to be the adventures type, so without asking what he is talking about, I say, "Me too." The digital gas gauge in his GTI reads that there are 10.0 miles worth of petrol left in the ol' vdub. "But Paul," I wonder out load, "it is 10 miles to the boulders from here. "It's downhill from there back he says...we'll just coast it. What's important is that we get to the boulders!"

And I'll now leave you with a visual image of Paul right after he says just this...
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Good burns and good photos always equal a good time. But what happened you ask? Rock, wind, sky, and snow happened. Enjoying the woods, celebrating Monday, and tempting limits is what happened, and although Paul has dialed the upper sections of the climb, he didn't muster the problem entirely on this particular day, but he will soon.

But for now we must leave our projects, and figure out getting back to town...


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The gas gauge soon says 0.00 mi. of fuel left in his car, but we are coasting in gear and blazing downhill. As the road flattens around the intersection of Broadway and Canyon, Paul says to me once again, "I sure hope we make it."


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Ever heard the guy that says "Don't worry, it will always work out. It always does!" Yeah, so I'm that guy. And trust me, I will have usually "told you so." But this time I thought for sure I was going to have Epic on my plate. But not today folks, this day's blog ends like any good fable should...

with a shit eatin' grin on your face while trying to pump exactly 14.5 gallons into a 14.5 gallon tank!

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One Day THIS Happened.

ok, you got me.

A Cook and a Camera - a video portrait by Chuck Fryberger.