Thursday, September 5, 2013

Bugaboos: Pikas, Gushers and Honey


Hari and I met for the first time in a coffee shop about two days before we went climbing in the Bugs. I had caught a ride to the airport with one of his friends when I needed to get from a climbing day in California to a business trip in Minneapolis, who suggested I contact him. And so, another climbing partnership was born through the power of the internet and some deductive stalking (I had to find his email somehow) and some-guy-who-gave-me-a-ride's reference (thanks Brad!).

Squamish: Pies, Crimes and #3 Lies

Picked up H from the airport, departed from Lodi for Seattle, then drove to Squamish for a few days of climbing. I climbed with H for one day before he left for Peru with V when they let me tag along on a Tuolumne weekend of theirs. For some reason he decided I would be a decent enough climbing partner for Squamish, and that is the story of how I found a partner for this adventure. I don't know why people trust me this much after only climbing with me once, but I'll take it.  

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Penguin Huddles, Annie's Mac N' Cheese and Waffle Wednesdays

Mark and I by our campsite for the night
 This post will be an overview of the past several weekends. A lot of climbing jargon may be used. I apologize. The summary is: I'm slowly getting better at trad climbing. Much progress has been made since this past October thanks to patient, knowledgeable mentors.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Hazing, Walk-in Closets and the Art of Free-Soloing

It's been a while since I wrote a blog post, mostly because I'm based in a very 'normal' location this summer (read: not the Arctic or a glacier or a Colombian coffee plantation). Quick update for those of you I don't get to see or talk to. I just finished a year of engineering at Dartmouth. No, I haven't graduated yet. I'll be graduating from both Middlebury and Dartmouth in the next 2 years. The parents are happy about that and surprised I haven't run off to be a trapper, gold miner or bush pilot somewhere in the Siberian tundra as of yet (just you wait, there's still time).
Photo Cred to the lanky Russian Vitaliy, as well as a thanks for bringing me his down jacket to wear while belaying Hamik on Table of Contents