It’s da people mon. Da people.
Let only my skin, and sinews, and bones remain, and let my flesh and blood in the body dry up, I shall not permit the course of my effort to stop until I win that which may be won by human ability, human effort, and human exertion.
We aren’t in sandstone country anymore. Single and multi-pitch climbing near Missoula and Bozeman.
It was lovely to be back in one of my favorite states climbing with some of my favorite people.
Pictures from a few of my last days in Moab. We spent a couple of nights camping and a couple days climbing in the La Sal Mountains. I had been staring at them for weeks and it was grand to see an extremely different side to Moab. Lots of green and the rock was Dakota Sandstone with colors and textures all its own. A magical place to visit in the spring.
A 4 day stretch including 2 days of rock climbing at Indian Creek and Wall Street. We did something like 13 routes in those 2 days, mostly in the upper 5.10 range and climbs I had never done before. I didn’t weight the rope once. I was pretty pleased with myself.
Spent the better part of an afternoon hiking right outside of Moab. I ran into a local at the trailhead who gave me directions where to locate some petroglyphs.