Jose with the rack for the Full Exum, which we never climbed. Instead: huckleberries, hip-hop, heavy packs and his first steps into a wider world. Mentorship was a new feeling for me. If in Victor, don’t miss the huckleberry milkshakes. We had five. 35mm.

Blog: A Postcard From the Grand Teton

Diego and I had brought four ice screws to climb the face. One was in our anchor, and I needed one for the final anchor. That left me two for this entire pitch, a wild and spicy excavation up the crest of the mountain towards its 5,700m summit. Photo by Diego Mac Dougall.

Blog: Shacsha

A father and his young son ride on an ATV while a street dog chases them. The child cackles and squeals in an expression of pure joy. The dog barks, playfully. The smile of the father is visible even from across the road, where I sit at a plastic table, eating tacos. 35mm.

Blog: Gringolandia

Earth and sky, flores y failures. A dreamy moment amidst an unhappy visit. Don’t speak to me in Portuguese, I won’t respond.

Blog: Keeping It Light

Step, step, breathe. Step, step, breathe. Step, step, heave for air. The trudge towards the top of the world hurts in the bitter pre-dawn wind. The panorama from the summit reveals a shocking truth: this is the smallest mountain around.

Blog: Climbing Nevado Pisco Without a Guide

Enrico and I posthole our way across the glacier. I left my skis at home. He gamely accepts the adventure anyways. There is one other party in the col this day; mounted on skis, they quickly disappear over a ridge, leaving us alone with Mont Blanc.

Blog: Rebuffat Gully, Tour Ronde

Listed on the board outside a small police station, somewhere between Port Angeles and Forks. Keep your eyes peeled. 35mm.

Vail is an intimidating place. Any day in which you show up to climb in the amphitheater, you will find some of the best drytoolers and ice climbers in Colorado — and some who just think they are the best. Here: Tyler Howe climbs King Cobra (M10) while under the sight of a professional photographer. 35mm.

We walk the beach, up and down. It is windy, cold, grey and fun. Subdued, despite our best efforts. I cannot help but imagine her here with other people. What she thinks, I don’t feel I know. Our time is too short, as always. I forget my camera; bar staff mails my film back to the States. 35mm.