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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FKT…Well…For Me


My friends have all abandoned me. Andy left me hanging at the climbing gym at 6:00 am. My brother Mick bailed on me for our afternoon adventure. And the worst part is that my girlfriend works at a freaking summer camp during the week, and the only communication she can receive is snail mail. Seriously. How archaic is that?

Because my friends don’t love me, I’ve been forced to turn to my long–time lover Mount Timpanogos. She and I have been on–again–off–again with our affair for years, but today she sent me a booty–text and I couldn’t resist. I was pretty tired already, considering I’d hit the climbing gym in the morning and worked a full 8–hour shift at my cooking job, but I decided to go for it anyway.


I Am NOT A Runner


Let’s reemphasize this: I am not a runner. Sure, I can run. Certain things inspire that fight or flight reflex, and since the end of the 1990’s, it’s been flight much more often than fight. Dogs, snakes, cougars; those are the things that get me to run. But exercise? Not on your life.


Scott Adamson Sends “Santeria” (M11+)

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It was January 3, 2013; it was 5 degrees, and while I spiked up the tributary gully above Bridal Veil Falls in Provo, UT, I wasn’t quite sure what I was in for. I had received the call a few days earlier, and it sounded sick, but the details were fuzzy. I knew it was hard. I knew it was steep. I knew there was potential for a first ascent.

March 19th, 2013


Pfeifferhorn: North Ridge

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_MG_7969_smallerAlpine climbing has its own unique combination of variables, the most blatant and awe–inspiring for me being exposure. For those of you non–climbers out there, “exposure” typically refers to the idea of being high on the wall, without hundreds if not thousands of feet between you and the sudden stop at the bottom. When it comes to exposure, the Wasatch doesn’t really compare to something like Half Dome in Yosemite, but there are a select few areas that touch the void incredibly well, the most prominent in my mind being the Pfeifferhorn––particularly the North Ridge route.

The Shire: Visitors Welcome

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I guess I’m not allowed to say exactly where I was on Saturday. The SoWa code of ethics strictly forbids anyone from revealing specifics about the terrain south of Lone Peak to the general public, but anyone familiar with the area can easily figure it out. It’s not exactly a secret, but kind of. It keeps the riff raff out. Or something like that. Supposedly.

Living The Dream: 3 Reasons Why Splitboarding Might Save Your Life

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Josh Snow | Utah Backcountry | Wasatch Mountain PodcastFrom time to time I get comments on my Instagram photos that express a level of envy toward the so–called dream life I’ve been living for the past few years.

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