So, I haven’t written for a while. This is because I’ve been busy driving around the continent pretending to be getting after it…. and mostly just being lazy. This is secretly what most dirtbag climbers do. Cats of out of the bag. Now, why someone would put a cat in a bag is another matter.
Anyway, went to the desert and met up with some trouble makers. Butts were kicked, loved it. Matt wrote about it with the articulation one would assume of an academic warrior poet of his prowess.
Check him out here http://journeytoalpinism.com/2014/12/12/trip-report-indian-creek/
Tower of the desert variety
Artsy as shit, hipsters be jealous.
Then I went to Vegas.
The thing about the city of vice is they’ve got temptation dialled in. Whenever you top out, you’re tired and hungry. But when you top out, you can always spot the strip! “Come on Jamie, screw climbing, let’s have some fun!”
Instead we woke up ungodly early and climbed some bigger objectives.
Lots of climbing, stuck ropes, and general adventure.
Then after a bit I ended up here. It is a kind of nowhere, famous for nothing at all and has an appeal because of just that.
This is Yellowknife, it was -40C. It’s about 4000km straight North of Vegas.
So for the first time in 4 years of wandering I’ve settled down in one place for a bit. I live indoors and shower semi regularly. I don’t yet regret it. I generally try to live without regret. This stemming from the knowledge that if one lives with regret, you’ll end up like a crazy old man who yells at kids running across his lawn, yelling things like “hey kids, no running across this lawn”. Anyway it’s only been a month and the lawn is tiny.
This is just down the road from my house. I could probably walk there if I wasn’t so lazy.
From this base I hope to endure cold frosty hell which is the beauty of the Canadian winter. I’ve got a touring set up, ice gear, and too much time on my hands. Only good can come of this.
First pitch of the mega classic Guinness Gully WI4 in Field, BC.
Marble Canyon… not the famous one in Utah.