No wild stories today. Something a bit lighter — enjoy these excellent jams encountered over the past year or so surfing the internet. some skits some songs.
Jeff Bezos — Bo Burnam
I’m sure you all heard Bezos has a rocket company.
Author: Daniel
Castleton Tower — North Chimney
Rock climbing is going through some changes these days, with the explosive rise of indoor climbing gyms, joining the Olympics as a competition sport, and the popularity of bouldering. It’s easy to be confused when someone tells you they’re a ‘climber’ — this could entail any number of different activities.
At its most basic, climbing involves using gymnastic ability to reach places generally considered inaccessible by humans. And there is nothing that fits this definition better than a desert tower.
Continue readingA playful summer
USA is over the coronavirus.
Last year was “the lost summer”.
This year, in America, we will have the most playful summer of our lives.
Continue readingThe climb will not be televised!
I bought a GoPro last summer for a specific project. It has been rarely used since. Nothing against the GoPro – it’s a tremendous camera – but using it changes the context of things.
Climbing is one of a vanishing number of modern situations where you can feel free of cameras and expectations. Your buddy might bust out the phone for a quick photo at the belay, but in general the nature of the activity prevents obsessive documentation. All the really great climbing photos are taken by a third party, usually planned well in advance.
We brought the GoPro out on a recent outing in RMNP thinking we might capture some really badass mountaineering footage.
Continue readingThe Museum of Broken Relationships
Snowy day in CO. Cozy, inside, plenty of time to write. Taking a trip back in time today…
The Museum of Broken Relationships is dedicated to objects. Objects as symbols of love lost, and hearts broken.
What reminds you of your former lovers?
I visited this museum in Zagreb, Croatia, four years ago. It was on the list of tourist activities at the hostel, and at the moment, I wasn’t too far from the end of my own college relationship. And so, with such things on the mind, one dreary Zagreb December morning, my traveling companion and I set off to visit this strange little museum.
It turned out to be one of the more powerful experiences of my young life.
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