A Week in Missoula
A short visit to one of my favorite places with some of my favorite people. Made even shorter by a weird and really painful throat issue.
A short visit to one of my favorite places with some of my favorite people. Made even shorter by a weird and really painful throat issue.
Cole had the genius idea to ride the Route of the Hiawatha when his Mom was visiting. I got to tag along. The weather was perfect.
A few plane rides and the kindness of a stranger providing a ride from the airport led to Bozeman, MT.
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.
-Siddhartha
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.