Indian Creek, Utah. Splitters brah. Splitters.
How I spent my birthday. Took the alternate route completely bypassing the 2nd and most of the 3rd pitch. Some of my proudest climbing ever.
Came back to give Invisible Airwaves another hammerless attempt. Made it to the first bolt on the second pitch again and bailed again. Must be getting better though as it was less horrifying this time.
I decided if I’m going to get up El Capitan I need to learn how to aid climb better. These pictures were all during from my first visit to the South Side of Looking Glass yesterday.
Back in December Rebecca and I had an amazing meal at the Metropolitan Museum of Art thanks to Asheville native Jason Huang.
The day we were riding into one of the largest Mayan sites in Middle America, Tikal, my camera that I had bought right before this trip quit working. Several hours were spent trying to fix this to no avail.
The rest of the trip consisted of
On New Years Eve we stopped at the Mayan site Xunantunich, near the Belize/Guatemala border.
Xunantunich’s name means “Stone Woman” in the Maya language (Mopan and Yucatec combination name), and, like many names given to Maya archaeological sites, is a modern name; the ancient name is currently unknown.
If you ever go to Hopkins I would advise against staying at the Kismet Inn, despite their abundant and enticing homemade signs.
Groceries were actually a bit expensive in Belize and we were happy to be sold some ‘well-baked’ meat pies for 50 cents out of a 5-gallon bucket from a local as we were leaving.
We road about 20 miles to Dangriga and took a bus back to Belmopan, stayed the night there, and then headed for the border of Guatemala the next day.
We rode from Belize City to the capital, Belmopan. The roads in Belize were way more rugged that what were were on in Mexico. The scenery reminded me of western North Carolina, with palms replacing the deciduous trees.
After a night in Belmopan we went back east on the Hummingbird Highway, probably the most picturesque riding of the trip. Relatively hilly at first, then you are in a valley passing numerous small villages. Lots of locals were hanging out near the highway. We probably hollered at a few hundred people. At the advice of a local we rode to Hopkins, a small town on the beach.
We woke up beside the ocean. We snorkeled. It rained. We slept in a hotel. We left for Belize City on a boat the next day.