3 Freeze–dried Meals, 2 Iconic Locations and 1 Wag Bag


3…2…1…Drop in!

As I started my turns in the upper couloir of the Mountaineer’s Route on Mount Whitney, CA, my mind reflected upon the previous 24 hours of uphill slogging, horrifically textured Mexican–style rice and the thrumming sounds of snow pummeling the outside of my tent. Since my trip to climb Pico de Orizaba in Mexico was skunked by bad luck, my personal high-point for elevation gain was the summit of the Grand Teton in Wyoming (13,776′). Mount Whitney offered the prospect of not only a high–point for walking, but also a potential for the longest snowboard descent of my life. With that context in mind, it is only natural to assume that I had been pretty excited for the expedition for quite a while.


No Axe, No Crampons, No Problem

Wasatch Podcast

Apparently skiers and riders at most Utah resorts suffered delays from high winds yesterday. We also suffered delays on our tour, but I don’t think the high winds were too much of a contributor.

WhiteBaldy03-29-14_63_smallerWe wanted to ride something that would have good snow, but wasn’t going to take us for a ride. Last night’s wind event limited our options, but we were still keen to try for a pretty big objective.

Valentine’s Day Is Romantic?

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I had a plan. Hike Angel’s Landing in Zion, smooch my special–lady friend on the summit, take some pictures of the sunset, then head to dinner in Springdale. It was a perfect plan, and like all perfect plans almost none of it actually happened.

IMG_0765_smallerAngel's Landing Trailhead

The Softest of Sunrises

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I couldn’t figure out why I was listening to “Rainbow in the Dark” by Dio in my dream. As I drifted from unconsciousness I was disoriented and once I realized I was on a mattress on the floor of my girlfriend’s apartment in Cedar City, I quickly realized that Ronnie’s serenade was my alarm clock, signaling my 5:30am wake–up call.

Zion National Park is a solid hour from Cedar City, and my goal was to make it to the park before sunrise at 7:30. As I reached for my phone, and as RJD “[cried] out for magic,” the silence was punctuated by these words, forever burned into my psyche:

Andy Earl 12:13am: “Not going to be at the gym in the morning. We lost the baby tonight. Starting the delivery process.”

Bird's-eye view of BCC road.

Outside Corner: A Wasatch Classic

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Roadside cragging abounds in Utah, but it’s not always easy to find roadside multi-pitch attractions that have great rock, cool exposure and scenic views. Enter: Outside Corner. As you whip around the Remnants of an Ancient Sea sign, it blasts you in the face with its prominence, but the real fun starts at when you get to the start of the last pitch.

Mountain Project link: http://www.mountainproject.com/v/outside-corner/105740009

Little Mill Boulder

No Correct Way, Unless You’re Bouldering


Climbing has a little something for everyone, and that’s one of the things that is really appealing about it to me. Some folks prefer to only climb indoors, others are trad-climbing aficionados, while others get pumped by the power and athleticism of bouldering and sport climbing.

Personally, climbing represents that weird interface between the human experience and nature; it’s that really gritty place where these two distinct universes collide into something wholly unnatural, but supernally satisfying. For several years now, I’ve translated my appreciation of that interface to mean alpine and trad climbing––vistas, scenic views and impressive features. I’ve now learned to incorporate bouldering into my paradigm and no one is more shocked than I.

Double Dyno (V3)
Aaron White is no stranger to powerful bouldering moves and proves it on this problem in Little Cottonwood Canyon.

If you look closely, you can see the pockets of flowers all throughout the basin.

Wildflower Wonderment: 3 Steps To Serenity

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Mount Timpanogos is my favorite mountain. That should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me at all, but it deserves to be repeated nonetheless. I could go on and on about the raw power of the massif, the Native American history, the Mormon Pioneer reliance upon the topography, and the rich heritage of climbing that has been around since 1911 (which is fascinating, by the way).

Instead, I’m going to talk about wildflowers.


Don’t Judge Me, It Was My First Time: Superior’s Sexy South Side


You can tell that it’s late when I can’t even come up with a catchy headline for my blog post without using the word “sex.” Oh well, teh interwebz and its lurkers will love that one.

Monday was Timp (blog post coming soon, because it was awesome), followed by Monday night (which was sleepless), followed by Tuesday at work (which was boring), followed by Tuesday at 1:46 PM:

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