Sunday, July 30, 2006
Still working on the whole healing thing. I've just been sitting around my house reading, eating, and sleeping 13 hours a day. I think I'll be out of the house soon, though. I'm getting bored.
Here's a cool picture of Hurricane Ivan from the ISS.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
This is one of the places I'm going to visit in New Zealand, probably for a week or two. Some of the Lord of the Rings was shot here, and the battle scene in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe was filmed here as well. In 2002, the Dalai Lama declared it a "Spiritual Center of the Universe." Pretty good recommendation.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Me and my best mate Otis went out for a bit of Parkour and photography today. Light was short, and the camera is old, so these are the best shots that came out of it. This was only our first attempt at photographing PK, so it's a little rough. I'll have some better ones up soon.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
>>>>>>Our route on Triumph (NE Ridge, III 5.7) followed the red. I climbed it with Marshall Balick, Tom Unger, and Theodore Barnhart. We camped on the saddle at the mark point. The approach to there was a heinous six and half hour hike. The next morning, we got up and crossed the glacier to the climb. The route itself was great; easy ridge climbing with lots of simul-climbing and a knife-edge ridge that dropped off six or eight hundred feet down to the glaciers on either side. We summited at about 2pm, and were back at our camp on the col at six or seven. What a classic route!
I took this photo while waiting in line for the Ferry on the way out to David Martin's cabin. I picked this rose next to the public bathroom and got this nice shot. You really have to view it big to fully appreciate it. Try clicking on it once, then when that image loads, click on it again (in most browsers).
Its dark as we pull into Camp 4. Our Toyota pickup, spared the scathing glances of opulent tourists by the grace of the night, breathes a sigh of relief as we turn off its abused engine. Nine-hundred thirty miles from Seattle, from my bed, from free food. It felt wonderful. As we started moving our food into one of the bear boxes, I looked around the camp. It was cluttered with tents of every size and shape, and people to match them. Dozens of people sat around fires, laughing over jokes in languages I didn’t recognize and strumming guitars. The sickly-sweet smell of menthol cigarettes floated in the air, as did the smell of dirt, sweat, and marijuana. Shouts erupted from the night occasionally, as a particularly funny joke was told. We found an unused bearbox in a campground near the bathroom and stocked our larder. Beans, rice, cereal, a bit of soymilk, and a bounty of homegrown vegetables, fruit of the Californian sun. We had no money to pay for a campsite (five dollars a night seems absurd to any climber from the US under the age of forty), so we stuffed our sleeping bags into our packs and set off across the road into the meadow. We walked for a few minutes through moonlit fields of knee-high grass, and found a small stand of trees that seemed as it would suit our purposes perfectly. Finding shelter between a few fallen logs (the devious rangers have been known to root out climbers with night vision scopes), we laid out our pads and looked up through the trees at the stars shining through the trees.
These are a couple photos from my last two trips; the first a climb of Mt. Triumph in the Cascades, and the second to Cape Alava, on the Washington Coast, for 8 days.
The first here is my friend Theodore, exhaused as we make our way down the climb. The other one is Marshall on the ridge, and the third is Triumph. The climb goes up the right hand skyline.
The bottom picture is me with my cousin Zola.