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Thanks

Our usual Thanksgiving in Bishop. We're missing it this year, but there is much more to be thankful for.

Our usual Thanksgiving in Bishop: Chris and Kat making miracles happen in the Pit.

With us nearing 2 years on the road (February 24th, to be exact), we’re incredibly thankful for continuing to be able to live the life that we want to live. To our family and friends who supported us from the beginning…and even now, when a year has turned into indefinitely. [It’s kept us on the road.] To all the new friends we’ve met on the road the past year and 9 months: the kindness we’ve encountered along our exploration continues to surpass what we thought was possible. 

To climbing. Oh, climbing. The love of our lives. The Stone Mind puts it perfectly. Thanks, Justin Roth.

I guess today’s that day- where saying what you’re thankful for is virtually required. I do hope we all think about what we’re thankful for more than just one day per year. Just a thought…

Let’s start with present thanks. Zack Macfarlane is on a flight to Asheville, NC at this very moment. To visit us. That’s something to be thankful for. Also, he changed his ticket last night so that he wouldn’t fly into Charleston, WV since, due to an abrupt downturn in weather conditions, that would involve us driving through a snowstorm (and possibly dying) to pick him up. Super mega thanks to Cody Roney & Greg Ward for housing us this past week and now allowing us to crash your Thanksgiving last minute. Oh and letting ol’ man Zack stay at your place. The trust these climbers have! 😉

To Jessa and Pat, for inviting us to Thanksgiving and then letting us cancel. And of course, to Kat and Chris, whom we also canceled with, for every Thanksgiving before this for five? six? years. We’ll raise a glass of bourbon and a turkey drumstick to you.

Last but not least, thanks to everyone we’ve ever met in passing, everyone who has spent a few minutes reading what we write or watching what we film, or who is out there doing cool things and letting the rest of us live vicariously through you. Thanks for the inspiration.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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The Highball Video is Here

The crew at No Excuse for Porn Hair

The crew at No Excuse for Porn Hair

Recently I talked about our summer fun in Squamish, and hinted at a Highball Day video. Well, here it is, as promised!  Read more…

My Ache-y Breaky Ass

Walker Kearny climbing some amazing holds that probably won't break. The Brain, V6(?)

Walker Kearny climbing some amazing holds that probably won’t break. The Brain, V6(?)

Eleven months and seven days ago I did something unwise that prevented me from doing what I left “default” life to do. Life in a boot meant time for reflection, and it was fairly easy to assess what went wrong on Saigon Direct that put me on crutches for 6 weeks.

Yesterday I did something that is preventing me from taking advantage of the best conditions we’ve had since we arrived in the south. In fact, the weather is just getting more and more sendy as the days go by, but I’m worried that I won’t be climbing anything for a while.

On Tuesday, Vikki, Niko, Katie, Walker, Hammie, Greg and I all went to the Apartment Boulders so that Niko and I could finish up a cool little compression problem that we’d tried a few days before. Walker was just in town from Sweden, and we hadn’t climbed together in about 6 years. Greg is just another local crusher, the kind you hate because they’re stronger than you and (seemingly) care about half as much. I was psyched. It was cold, the compression thing was going down for sure, and then there was the gorgeous creekside boulder that we were going to finally bring enough pads to try. Read more…

Squamish Wrap-Up and Videos

Another crappy problem in Squamish...

Another crappy problem in Squamish…

Yes, it’s November, and we’re still talking Squamish. I guess we liked the place. [Click “Read More” and scroll to the videos if you want to skip the ramblin’.]

It’s been about six weeks since we uprooted the trailer and left the forest nymphs in our wake, with Bert’s steely grille pointed at the rising sun. A junk-food-fueled drive across three time zones brought us, via the homes of many generous friends, to Boone, NC and now Chattanooga, TN. I’ve got a whole post about the South upcoming, but this is a retrospective. Read more…

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