Travel. Climbing. Characters. True stories, well told.
Born and raised all across the state, Colorado at large is my home. There’s quite a lot to say about this amazing place, although it’s better experienced yourself: a crisp autumn wind on a bright, sunny day, beer or belay in hand. For me, there’s no happier place in the world.
Some film I just got back from a particularly nasty day with high winds and heavy snow up on the trail to Emerald Lake, in Rocky Mountain National Park. Spring is here now, but enjoy the reminder of how fierce it can get up there in winter!
Not too keen to put too much information about this one on the internet, so no write-up. But enjoy a few photos and videos of one of this winter’s best shenanigans: a hockey game on a frozen lake at 3,600 meters/12,000 feet.
Most of these people, seeking cheaper rent or mortgage prices, move into small suburban communities in and around Denver & Boulder — just as my parents did thirty-five years ago when they arrived, looking to start a family, and found themselves unable to afford their desired location of Boulder.
For decades, developers have been falling over themselves to build new subdivisions and dense apartments in nearby commuter towns like Superior, Louisville, Lafayette, and Erie.
Three days ago, on December 30, 2021, a once-in-100-years type of fire sparked just outside of Boulder. Spurred on by record-setting winds which blew all day long (gusts up to 100 mph were measured), the fire quickly spread through the grasslands outside of Boulder and into the towns of Superior & Louisville, where fueled by the strong and unrelenting winds it consumed several subdivisions. Neighborhoods *just* like the one I grew up in, burnt back to nothing.
I talked to an old friend from university the other night on the videophone. “You haven’t really been blogging much,” he said. “In fact, you haven’t done anything creative of late. It seems like all that energy has just gone into climbing.”
It was an insightful comment and made me think a lot.
Anyways, here’s some photos from the first day out ice climbing this season.
Normally I write a “year in places” post, but with the COVID-19 pandemic, I spent much of this year at home, in Colorado and other states of the American West (WY, UT, CA). A look back on the year thus involves a bit less horizontal distance, and a lot more vertical!
Most of these climbs involve 5-10 miles of hiking in addition to the technical climbing. This isn’t Europe, and you can’t ride the telepherique to your objective. Here, you gotta walk.