The weather in Salt Lake has been exceptionally fickle this
year, call it global warming/Jetstream abnormalities/or just bad luck. This
winter every storm started out pushing 2 ft. and by the time it arrived we saw
maybe a few inches of white stuff, this spring however, has been quite the
opposite, no matter where we looked (Indian Creek, Zion, Wasatch) every
forecast would start out as 20% chance of showers and by weeks end turned into
positively monsoon-like conditions.
Flash forward to this weekend, where for whatever reason my
head was set on climbing. With the idiosyncrasies of sandstone climbing and
rain Moab/Indian Creek seemed like a likely choice of areas to celebrate this
Memorial Day, however, by Thursday the forecast was calling for unseasoably wet
conditions…so we scrambled. Joshua Tree, City of Rocks, skiing the reliable
Wasatch, and Yosemite were all thrown on the table…and as luck would have it,
two consecutive (albeit we had to move sites) days worth of camping were found
in Yosemite, over one of the busiest days of the park season nonetheless. The
forecast was calling for rain beforehand but tapering off by our arrival…how
could we go wrong.
Mark and I packed up our gear and bid our goodbyes for a
quick hitting weekend of granite debauchery.
The views coming in, after camping outside the park Friday
night, were breathtaking as usual…also deceptively irritating as we cursed
ourselves for not bringing ski stuff.
Disclaimer: All the photos of Mark are sadly buttshots, as
it was just him and I climbing, Chesy couldn’t make it as she was studying hard
for her board exams.
We figured we’d hit
the ground running or falling (whichever metaphor you prefer) and started on
Short Circuit (5.11d) a short overhanging tight hands to finger lock crack which
was my lead…almost got it…something to be desired I guess.
Mark on TR
Mark then took the sharp end as we headed over to Outer
Limits (5.10b) on the Cookie Cliff.
I followed and then we headed down to Catchy (5.10d) and of course 3 feet into the crux it started to rain...so I was "forced" to aid...maybe I was just tired of getting spit off by the tight finger locks.
Mark about to embark on an IC like splitter
Mark following Catchy in the rain
Almost to the section of locks
With all the rain the waterfalls were in full force...
Luckily Midnight was mostly dry
The next day we headed over to Super Slide (1 mungy pitch + 4 pitches of great hand and finger cracks 5.9 sorry no pictures). Followed by a quick trip to Reeds.
Reeds Direct (5.9) two steep pitches of fantastic crack climbing, I got the first Mark finished the second easily dispatching the upper OW.
The Mighty Rostrum...next time
Mark working on Deliverance (V8) we both executed about... 2.3 full moves
I left the East Coast six years ago in search of adventure, and it seems like every time I come back I manage to bring the adventure with me. Maybe the adventure was there all along and I just wasn't looking hard enough?
With the help of the internet I was able to find a spectacular run along the West Rim of the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon on Friday, which consisted of 30 miles of lush green single track and according to my watch 4800 ft of vertical... I only got lost twice. I'm not quite sure anyone has "run" "poorly attempted a speed record" on this particular trail before but if you have, let me know. My unofficial, unsupported time was ~5 hr 29 min. which can easily be broken by anyone with 2 legs and a sense of direction.
Surprisingly nice, albeit different scenery
I guess no matter where you are on Earth someone's always trying to blow something up
Met a friend along the way, he needs to lose some weight though.
The rest of my trip consisted of your standard redneck fare: sawing down trees, burning things, babysitting children, drinking excessive amounts of alcohol, oh yeah and of course celebrating my mothers 70th birthday.
In the end I took lots of pictures, some good some not so good, enjoy.
More animals, only worse...
Everything is green, maybe that's because every day at about 4:30 the sky would open up and douse just about any living thing in sight.
Doing hill billy things
And of course I wouldn't be here without the wonderful lady above, on the occasion of her 70th birthday.
I recently purchased a new camera, and given my propensity to take bad photos already I figured a new one would surely make me pro in no time. Especially given the linear relationship between price and talent. Below you'll find some highly doctored, unoriginal photos. Enjoy! If I was a real photographer I'd put all the data about how the photo was shot...ISO...aperture, etc....but I have no idea what any of that means, I just click the button that takes the picture.
Aside: Some of these have already been Instagram worthy and so you may have seen them already.
Chesy coming down Grandeur
Mark coming up Mt. Wire in evening light
Not quite good with motion yet
Mark hitting up the one non avalanched section of Bonkers