And if he ever lets me fall down, for the good of those who believe him, He will make me into a cannonball.
I didn’t want to do it. I knew it was wrong, but I had to do it anyway.
What happens when two climbers can’t pull their rope?
Why do we climb?
It’s the sound that every rock climber dreads.
A near accident had me afraid of looking like an idiot.
I had hoped something adventurous would happen this year in Red Rocks…
8 hour drive to climb one route. Will we send or have another adventure with failure?
What could have been a terrible day of climbing due to an impending thunderstorm turned out quite great.
Getting ink done is fun. Gettting it removed, not so much.
A frightful tale of one group’s encounter with a strange creature.
A menacing 5.12a. A big fall. Sometimes failure feels like a bruised rib and a bruised ego.