Thursday, December 22, 2011

Damnit

We have arrived in Tacoma, but forgot to pack climbing shoes.  We didn't forget to bring the pads, which makes not having shoes even more frustrating.  Fuck.


Googled Tacoma - boom! Rainier

Perhaps a quick trip to PDX to visit some bishes might yield some cheap clown shoes.  COME ON SAM-TA CLAUS.  Taking a lot of photos, as 2011 was the year of not taking pictures.  

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Baller-Days

Ah yes, even as a staunch atheist, this is a great season.  A time for family, alcohol, food and little to no climbing.  Every year I have taken at least 3 weeks off around this time to get my body mass index through the roof.  Tis the season to be BBs.  I have a sneaking suspicion that Sam Dogan Johnson shares this sentiment as well.  One more final to go, then a solid month break from Grizlandia.

It's been exactly 2 months since I got outside to climb, or even really cared about climbing in general.  Well, the break is about to be over.  New motivation as 2011 comes to a close has got me really itching to get outside.  Headed home for a little bit this weekend with Victoria, might make a stop at Rattler on the way if it's nice, and maybe if the stars align a short Boulder Batholith session on the way back.  Love me some Cretaceous plutonism and spheroidal weathering.  Seeing as my endurance is utter shit, all the time, short routes would be a good way to get some climbing in and Rattler offers some shitty short routes.  Anyone have recommendations?  Whiskey or new areas?  Decisions, decisions.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Evolution (or timeline narcissism)

It's snowy here in Missoula-land, and cold.  What better way to distract myself from 20 pages of scientific writing than to blog about self-aggrandizement throughout the past 4 years of climbing.  Laugh all you want at these photos, I encourage it, because there is an inherent goodness and gumby-ness that deserves attention.  Everyone has had these moments, yet we absolutely despise those epic gumby bros with the 5.10 coyotes(my first shoes).  At least I do, because I know people probably despised my lanky, lurpy ass thrutching on the slightest overhanging V0.  Get hazed and then haze, like team sports!

Mega-Epic Top Rope, Bro! - Phase

I first started climbing the summer after I graduated high school.  Blue Cloud was THE practice crag, so obviously you'd find us there most weekends and weeknights.  It was about a month after I started climbing I got real climbing shoes, size 14 coyotes.  This is easily the most nostalgic phase so far in climbing.  


 5.8 at Blue Cloud, in hiking shoes.  My very first climbing experience.



5.9 crack to 5.11 face, woolies, coyotes, excellence.  Blue Cloud.


LEAD IT, BRO! - PHASE
Fuck, let's face it, this period is the last time I really enjoyed rope climbing.  If you know anything about me, you should know that my disdain for rope climbing is great.  The last thing I want to do is chuff around on a rope all day and get pumped out of my mind, not send and worry about some janky bolts.  Also did a ONE DAY, FREE ASCENT of Blackfoot Dome 5.6 my sophomore year.  NBD.


The ever classic Dos Amigos 5.6, first sport lead.  


Road Goes on Forever, .10d, Blue Cloud
Best single pitch I've ever done.  Jumbo Love was choss.


Slab bouldering on a rope, Pocket Hunter, .10c, Indian Creek.  GREASE.

DYNO IT, BRO! - PHASE

I once taped a route and called it "dynosaur".... yes, I was that guy.  Fucking douche, right?  Unbelievable amounts of time spent in this hell pit known as the UM gym.  Met great folks, met even more fuckheads.  I've spent more time in this room than anywhere on campus, besides my dorm freshman year.  


FUCK THIS PLACE SUCKS.

SICK GNAR-SHIRT OFF-SLIPPER-LOWBALL GLORY - PHASE

We went to the desert my freshmen year, of course I'm going to take my shirt off.  Yes, this is where my affinity for bouldering really took off.  I spent the majority of my time looking at climbing porn, projecting v5 at lost horse and being a rowdy drunk.  These were great days.


Unknown choss pile at Big Bend
I wish I was still this skinny


The real way to do Montana Meathook V6
I recall eating 6 bratwurst later that day, which was probably the onset of BBs Syndrome


Mega Baller Tank, Bro - Phase

This was the phase when I thought V6 was the next level.  Clearly out of touch, but clearly great style points override anything.  Lot's of cigs, beers at boulders, screaming barfies and whining about grades.


G2-07, Joe's Valley, before tall man beta was found


#1 crimpers of doooooom, whiskey gulch, baller

I hate bouldering in groups and people in general - phase

This is when I started chugging hater-ade and climbing with my girlfriend.  I still do both of these today, but just another starting point.  Sporadic bouldering develops, more gym time.



Great White, Lolo, 4 stars.


Caught in the Act, one of several punts, Whiskey Gulch

Foreshadowing? - Phase

Basically in the past year I've mentally realized the potential for bouldering in the state of Montana.  Google earth, books, photos online have all been great resources for finding new boulders.  I think my current path is set for discovering areas and development.  As of right now, 5 or 6 new places are fairly accessible, a couple of them could be world class?  I'm not sure.  


LoHo Projects









Monday, November 28, 2011

Spoiled For Choice

It's that time of the year!  The search for new boulders is on.  Finding endless opportunities under the Big Sky.  First three are from way out in the boonies, the last four are nestled in the Bitterroots. 











Someone please, come help.  Looking at you, BBs.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Blurg

Not much to report as of late, school is in full effect, thoroughly working me into the ground.  One 10 page paper and presentation on the "Plutonism and Denudation of the Lolo Batholith" and another 10 page paper and presentation on "The Scapegoat Wilderness as a Mountain Environment" should be a riveting good time in the coming weeks.  A couple of maps to be made, two take home finals and I should be home free. 

Slowly prepping for Bishop, compiling an outlandish ticklist that won't even come close to being completed.  Working a lot of hours at the shop to make some mad money so I can pay for Bishop.  Hunting every Sunday, getting shut the fuck down.  Unfortunately, Lolo is a place where only Whitetail bucks can be shot with a general A-tag, leaving 75% of the deer I see off limits to hunting.  I've seen maybe 6 or 7 deer up there this season in probably 30 hours of walking.  A humbling and challenging experience to hunt whitetails in the mountains.  Could potentially be harder than elk hunting in the mountains because whitetails tend to hang in groups of TWO rather than FIFTY PLUS.  

Anyways, I'm feeling light, at the gym at least, flashing 6's and 7's, hunting tomorrow, drinking beer tonight.  Life is good.  

Victoria and I donated a 20 pound turkey to charity.  Y'all should do something, too.



Callie taking a bath!  OMG.  



The endless landscape of the Bitterroot Range, from 4200.



Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Solitary Enjoyment

I found myself following fresh deer tracks Sunday morning, at a brisk 20 or so degrees, in the maze of old logging roads in Lolo.  I managed to park at the 4200 gate before sunrise, trying to get an "alpine start" on those tricky bastards.  After a couple of miles up 4200, I took a shortcut to access another road, the same the leads to the Opium Den from Granite Ridge.  As soon as I hit the road I was greeted by copious amounts of wolf tracks, fresh from Saturday or earlier that morning.  The one nice thing about being below freezing that morning was that tracks from the rainy Saturday were frozen solid.  Eventually some wolf shit worked it's way into the mix, and by the far the most terrifying sign of the day was a set of grizzly tracks that intersected the road.  Clearly, I'm not the only hunter here, and certainly not the best.  Even though I carried my .30-06 with ample shells, I finished out my drainage loop with an unsettling feeling.  As I got close to the car, near the Hideout and Dorado boulders, a blue jay flew out of some bushes as I nearly wet myself thinking it was a bear.  Not one minute later 3 whitetails, my tag, spooked up and vanished into the thick Lolo forest.  After 3o minutes of scouring the thick trees, I deemed it useless, walked back to the car, humbled to say the very least.  

Headed back out this weekend, to the same spot, as I have a sneaking suspicion on where they will be feeding in the morning.  Wish me luck, as I apparently need all the help I can get.  

In other news, Freestone finally reset the 45 wall.  This has been long awaited.  Grades seem a bit off, but whatever.  I heard that the Head Douchebag  Setter doesn't use outdoor bouldering grades to compare difficulty to indoor problems.  Not sure why he uses V-Grades.  A clear winner, he is.  The setting on some of the new ones are phenomenal, though.  I had a sneaking suspicion that Levi and Bob had set the two harder routes, and boy, I was right.  Nice work, kids.

Somewhat George B. Grinnell

 

Monday, October 24, 2011

1/1



Starting the season off right!  One shot through the neck, off hand, with the .22, at ten yards.  

Yesterday, Bob, Justin, Levi and myself headed for Granite Creek up in Lolo.  It rained on and off for most of the day, but we did check out the river boulder with shartmonster on it.  Enormous to say the least.  Unfortunately it only holds a couple of lines and most of the roof is blank.  We bailed and went for a search of birds and boulders up an old logging road near the border.  About 20 minutes into the hike I paused, heard some brush move and eyed a rather big Blue Grouse.  The nice thing about shooting mountain grouse is that you don't have to use a shotgun.  More of a challenge and less of a mess.  Needless to say, Victoria and I ate well last night.  Bacon wrapped grouse breast, roasted in white wine and garlic.  Turned the drippings into gravy, and had farm rolls and parmesan rice with it.

One thing I noticed was the unbelievable amount of elk shit scattered on the road.  Perhaps I'll find myself in Granite Creek before sunrise on Sunday with the .30-06 and an elk tag.


Friday, October 21, 2011

A New Season

Leavenworth was just stellar.  Somewhat bouldering was certainly the theme, mainly slamming beers, trying to corral our dog and getting wrecked by the perfect granite that Icicle holds.  The ladies took down Drugstore Cowboy, a seemingly quality V3 on neat grips.  Sam managed to circumcise his pointer finger being a dogan on the Sail.  I got fairly close to the Coffee Cup, tickling the crux hold, and sending the circus trick of a problem the Hourglass.  Spud Webb as Sam was saying.  Photos and more bullshit here from Sam "dogan" Johnson.

The trees are finally turning here in Missouland.  4200 is closed, but Lolo will not be forgotten.  Going out on Sunday with Bob Proffitt to flail on some choss in Granite Creek and off Fish Creek rd.  Planning on bringing the .22 to slay some grouse to eat.  Yes, hunting season is here, and I couldn't be more excited.  Going back to Helena this weekend to attain the family heirloom .30-06, a gun my grandfather then dad, shot big game with.  To say this gun has "kick" would be an understatement.  I remember trembling as a kid shooting it, anxiously waiting the kick after a stiff trigger pull.

Well, certainly things have changed since I fired my first rounds out of a rifle.  I grew up hunting in NE Montana, every Thanksgiving, until I came to college.  My uncle would take me out in his 1988 Ford F-150, Cleatus the dog in tow, McDonalds breakfast strewn around the cab.  This was hunting, this is what real men did.  Glaciated plains, scab lands, sunrises, sunsets, agriculture, coulees, the arctic air, everything about this place is powerful.  With that being said, I saw a lot of country as a kid hunting there.  Hunting on the CMR, thousand acre farms, ten thousand acre ranches, river bottoms, and buttes, I've practically seen it all up there.  My uncle wasn't much into trophy hunting, but I certainly was.  But when a man who has hunted his whole life, from Alaska to Africa, Boone & Crockett measurements lose their allure.  In the first 6 years of hunting, I shot multiple deer that would make grown men envious, but since then, I too, have lost that sense of bigger is better.  Though I do obnoxiously show my trophies off to visitors by hanging them above our fireplace.



Yes, that is green tile.

Now, this is my first season back to hunting big game.  Surely I will harvest a deer, but maybe if I'm lucky an elk.  That would make me giddy like a little school girl.  But obviously now it's not about the trophies.  It's about nostalgia, solitude, tradition and sustainable, tasty food.  

I'm not too sure why I decided to write this post, as it has nothing to do with bouldering, not even somewhat.  Maybe because hunting has been such an integral part of who I am and how I was brought up.  Maybe because I wanted to belittle and enrage all of the granola environmentalist climbers who don't read this blog.  Probably a little of both.

Monday, October 10, 2011

4200

Yesterday was the last session for the season on 4200.  The road closes this weekend, when we will be in Leavenworth, so no more upper 4200 bouldering for me.  I might be motivated to head up to the Hideout, just past where the gate closes, but not in the near future.  Granite Creek road is probably where I'll concentrate on, considering I've never even bouldered in that sector of Lolo.  Home to the beautiful Tor rock, among others, I'm pretty excited to check out the pebbles scattered in that valley.  Maybe Joe's shartmonster or whatever the fuck its called will see a session in the coming weeks.

Back to yesterday.  Victoria, Callie the turd-dog, and I picked up Justin and Bubbers the yoda-dog in the early afternoon.  We climbed in the Journeymen, for about an hour, then the Beautiful boulder for a couple more.  Justin sent the classic At All Costs SDS, Ginger and Not in Pubic.  A solid day for Justin.  I managed to worm my way up Ginger again, only after complete middle finger carnage from the mono on Not in Public.  Nothing serious, just a lot of blood/skin lost.  It's unfortunate having sausage fingers that don't fit in monos.

A couple gym sessions this week and then off to Leavenworth, where I will try my hardest to slay the Coffee Cup.  And beer.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Currently

My life seems to revolve around a few things at the moment.  It could be worse.



OMG RMF




ArcMap 10, enough said.




 In the gym, of course, with bad tattoos, barefoot, and leg warmers(?)



Then there are other things that could be in my life more.



Top 3, so elusive.









A bread addiction, I could eat it for every meal.





Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Plans

Now that I have a job during school I have more financial freedom to plan trips, bouldering or not.  This makes me overwhelmingly excited, giddy like a school girl.  At the moment I have 3 trips planned in the comming three months, the Golden Triangle, Leavenworth, Tacoma/Bishop.

The Golden Triangle, what I'm calling a potential bouldering spot in Montana, is far from anything I have ever come across.  Normally you associate bouldering to the mountains, but this may prove that wrong.  Or it could be terrible.  Let's hope not.  I've poured probably a solid 24 hours into research of the area; mapping, type or rock, and property owners, in the past 4 or 5 months.  Potentially in 10 days, potentially in 17 days, potentially after Leavenworth, not sure when I plan on making the trek over there.  Look for updates in the coming weeks.

Leavenworth, mid-October with SAMANDKIRSTEN, omg.  We are rallying over for brews and boulders.  I've been to Leavenworth twice during the mid-summer, so temps were not ideal.  I've managed to do a couple good/hard problems there, but there are so many good problems I want to finish up.  Specifically the Coffee Cup, Prism, Busted, and continue projecting Cotton Pony(dream problem).  I know Sammy has been getting his BB's on at the circuit, so maybe, just maybe, the worlds will align and we will send some shit.

Tacoma/Bishop, the biggggg trip planned.  Now that I'm a big boy, I don't need to go home to my family for christmas, a holiday I absolutely don't believe in religiously (firm atheism here).  So I am headed to Tacoma with my lovely girlfriend for the holidays, through New Years.  Gonna eat lots of protein/fat to prep for Bishop, maybe go to BC, maybe do an alpine climb with her dad?! I don't know.  Then after New Years, we are headed down to meet, yes, you guessed it, SAMANDKIRSTEN, in PDX.  From there we will caravan down to bloclandia, climb for two weeks and come back to Missoula for a late winter-session class.  So many things to do in Bishop, I have been there once, 2.5 years ago when I was a gumby v4 climber.  High Plains Drifter, Checkerboard, Soul Slinger, Atari, Disco Diva, and Stained Glass look super quality.  Stoked!

After enduring a wicked cold, many gym sessions, and fewer benders, I'm getting a bit leaner.  Feeling like I can crank on just about anything, for about 5 moves.




Sunday, September 25, 2011

Freestone Grand Opening and the Future?

Yesterday was the grand opening of Freestone climbing gym.  It's been open for about a month, collecting memberships of the die-hard dirtbags and getting the buzz out.  With two kegs, a BBQ, and climbing, the place was packed.  I'd say more than 50 people were there during the slideshows/movies/emptying of the  last keg.  Walt had me give a quick slideshow on Lolo, so I managed to talk Levi into speaking a bit before I showed 20 or so photos.  The crowd was loud and drunk, which I had no problem with, considering the circumstances.  But a few people really just wouldn't shut the fuck up.  Specifically the DJ I heard several times chatting up a storm, a conversation that apparently couldn't wait 5 minutes.    After the media was over, a drunken dyno session ensued.  After a solid 30 minutes of lining up to do absurdly big and difficult jumps, I had my fill and went on to another party.  An excellent day for sure.



In other news, depending on rock quality, this place could be the future of bouldering in Montana.  In the coming weeks a few of us are going to venture out to this giant boulder field to check it out.

 Several house-sized blocs, waiting to be climbed.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Lolo


Sunday morning Levi picked me up with plans of crushing at Lolo, we dropped by Bob and Justin's house to caravan but unfortunately Bob threw a hail-mary the night before downtown, so he was stuck in bed. Bob and Justin are some good ol' Wyoming boys that just moved up here a couple months ago. Cool and strong dudes, just what we needed in Missoula. We took Justin on a ride of his life up Spring Gulch and 4200, pulling up to the top of Granite Ridge to a soaked road. Motivation dropped, so we took Justin on a tour of the Pistol, Euro Stone, and Super Chron boulders. Back at the truck we decided to dick around on the Beautiful boulder. Boobies, Way of the Samurai, Heartbroken, and the mega-project were tried.

Some photos:

Justin up high on Heartbroken V8/9



Cuttin' feet on the intro cross move


Levi warming up on Way of the Samurai V10

Airing out Hooray for Boobies V6


Another from Way of the Samurai


Anniversary photo with our dogchild Callie.


Saturday, September 17, 2011

2 Years

September 17th, 2009 was the first time I hung out with Victoria. We went to Lost Horse with one of her roommates, drank PBR, and did a bit of bouldering. It was a memorable day, as I was secretly plotting to date her, she had no idea. Logically, with all my egotism, I took them to the motherload so I could look real strong/weak on my project at the time, the original Zulu. After many failed attempts, I managed to finally get the first move and took it to the top. As I stood on top, excited, I looked down only to see her roommate down below the boulder. WTF. Turns out Victoria just topped out the V0 to the right of Zulu as I stuck the first move. For a while, she didn't believe that I did it. Maybe she still doesn't believe it....well karma is a bitch and she got stung by two bees that day, so I guess we're even.

Somewhat Sentimental

Monday, September 12, 2011

Weekend Urrpdate

Hell of a weekend. Victoria's sister Eliza and boyfriend Bryce came into town Friday night. Went downtown and met up with some good folks to celebrate my birthday a couple days early. Many shots and strong beers ensued, as we ended up pretty hammered at the Oxford at 1 a.m. Woke up a bit haggard, slowly packed the car and Victoria and I were off for round two of the birthday bender. Got to Lost Horse, did Montana Meathook for the millionth time and deemed the temps too hot. Stuck around camp for a bit, took the dog for a swim, and watched the people roll in. Overall a strong showing, clearly a sign of solid marketing by Corey and random but very strong climbing community. It's eye-opening being stuck in certain cliques, when you see 100 people out supporting LoHo canyon that you've never seen at LoHo canyon. Interesting. The dyno comp was less than inspirational. Poor setting was surely the diagnosis. But the keg was tapped and people were stoked. It was like climbers had a welfare program and Corey was the communist dictator, giving away endless prizes for the raffle. Nice to see a lot of happy campers with new gear. I, however, got fuck all nothing...aka a chalk bag with chalk/tape. Useful I suppose. After the raffle, a select group of elite climbers/stoners convened and all was right in the world. Passed out early, left the canyon early and was treated to BB'S BIRTHDAY BREAKFAST AT MCDONALDS. Victoria knows me so well. A relaxed day included lunch/beers with my dad and a Big Dipper SUPERNOVA to top it off.

Somewhat Heavier

Friday, September 9, 2011

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Lolo


Two months ago I had an excellent day at Lolo.  Finally got around to editing the footage.

Somewhat Narcissistic

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Somewhat of an Asshole

People that know me well, know that I'm kind of an asshole. Kind of to say the least. Keep in mind that I realize I can be perhaps a bit jaded, argumentative, elitist and close-minded.

I had a BBQ a couple weeks back and a couple of us were talking shit about some shitty people, naturally. Levi pointed out that I didn't like anyone. It wasn't a stark realization that I'm introverted and unfriendly, but it certainly proved the point that I'm just a rude guy to most people.

I could compromise and make everyone feel happy-happy-joy-joy when they are around me, but is it even worth it? I don't feel like myself when I'm Mr. KissAss, and I'm debating on whether that is a good or bad thing, or just a thing.

Here is an example from the other day:

I'm in the gym, some egotistical turd of a guy decides to spray me down with beta on something I've never tried, something that I would like to figure out on my own. Would I say "Oh gosh, thanks for showing me, I didn't even have to ask!" or would I say, "Kindly fuck off, spray yourself while you urinate instead of spraying me." Normally I would gravitate to the second one, but I landed somewhere in between with a blank stare at him with no words. Yes, he was only trying to help, but clearly it shows that he wants to show off, consciously or subconsciously. Fuck that, I say, when I'm paying $30 a month of a membership, keeping to myself and trying hard, the last thing I want is the turd-teacher up on the wall narrating the sequence.

I've come to two possibilities.

1. I'm an outrageous dick, who needs to be more open to people like turd-teacher
2. I have finer taste in who I want to talk to and be friends with, hence my innate ability to pick out the gems and scoff at the turds.

In other news, I turn 23 in a matter of days. In true fashion I will be out at Lost Horse for the Boulder Bash, getting beyond fucked up on beer and maybe some bouldering in between the 120z curls.

Somewhat Older





Monday, August 29, 2011

5th year, or is it 4th?

Beginning the last semester of my 4th year of college, but this is my 5th year in Missoula. No complaints on late graduation. I love this town. Only 3 semesters to go, not too bad considering 3 major changes and semester off from college.

Woke up to cool, humid, and smoke filled air at LoHo on Saturday morning. The dog loved romping around with no leash for our duration there. Kind of a retard, but Callie is in fact, a dog. We warmed up at the classic overhang, did some variations and were feeling out of shape. Went to super rad, tried some zulu eliminates. Dumb, yes. Fun, yes.

Floating and BBQ'n ensued for the rest of the weekend, not a bad way to end a solid Missoula summer.

I might, maybe, perhaps go to the school gym tonight. It's there, but it's also the school gym. Can't expect much. If anything I'll get back into some sort of shape.

Freestone opens it's doors this week, I think. Hopefully people can climb on some problems that are different from the school gym. Too many angles in the school gym, so blank, flat canvases should be extremely easy to make intriguing, great problems at Freestone. With that being said, I don't want to climb on some ego infused turds, that I see so often at school. If I'm paying 35 a month for a membership, I want quality setting, or at the very least, access to holds and drills.

Somewhat Excited.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Vacation is Over


My last full time day of painting was on Wednesday. I spent over 6 weeks working with Bob, the man with leather air fresheners, and he finally passed me the roller and brush on our last job. Cuttin' and rollin' as we call it, simple and easy, even if you have the motor skills of a drunk 90 year old. I had mixed feelings on my last day, watching helicopters dump water on the fire by Bonner while I was masking off windows in a million dollar condo. Relieved that I was done working long days, but reluctant to get back to the grind of school. Part time will have to do, I suppose.

The past couple of weeks have involved a lot of drinking, floating and dog walking. It's been grand. Had a BBQ the other night at our place. Ended up taking some photos of Levi and Kelsey climbing the I-beam on the foot bridge.

The weekend is shaping up to be damn good. We are heading out to LoHo after Victoria's Montana Kaimin meeting, with our dog child Ms. Callison Doofus Lambchoppington. Climb some boulders, drink some beer and let the dog run rampant. Roots Festival on Saturday night and potentially some floating sometime before school.



Friday, August 12, 2011

Doggin' It

Victoria picked me up from work today with a 65lb bundle of fur. Callie, a shepherd mix, is the newest addition to our apartment/life. A little needy at first, but currently taking a nap after two walks and some river swimming. She'll come into her own very soon. Rad dog.

Sam - Diego is V0, Callie is V10

So next time we go bouldering, bring the treats.

No climbing this weekend, as 95 degree heat makes my brain sweat just thinking about it.

See you on the river.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Turns out...

There is more to life than bouldering.

The past few months have been not so much bouldering, but more so working-moving-hot weathering. Though Victoria and I have been out to Lolo and Lost Horse a couple of times, even a Leavenworth trip, we haven't been actively pursuing climbing, as much it pains me to write.

I've been fortunate in the past 4 or so years by avoiding any climbing related injury, sans an almost severed finger via my favorite rusty, dull hatchet while at Lost Horse. But unfortunate also by not really taking a step back and evaluating all the time dedicated to training and climbing. I could be described as an addict, once I try something I enjoy, almost always I will be seeking it out whenever I can. You can thank me later American Spirit and Blackfoot Brewery. So my addiction to bouldering has almost come full circle to my possible intervention? I will always strive for physical fitness when it comes to bouldering, but perhaps in the future I won't always project at my limit. V0-V4 days are fun, I think, and I plan on scheduling them in more.

Props to Joe Schmechel for being a choss master. Sincerely jealous of your grandiose Glacier excursions.

Sam Johnson, please contribute to society AND KIRSTEN by getting a job.

In late June I took a job being sort of an apprentice painter. I've always been fond of blue collar workers, because blue collar folks work hard, but maybe more importantly play harder. The mindset of someone like Bob(my yoda painter teacher extraordinaire) is certainly mind-boggling. 5 DUI's, prison time, ultra-conservative borderline tea partier would perfectly describe him, but being taught by someone you normally wouldn't consider "good folk" is humbling and eye opening.

So tonight, I raise my 16oz of lukewarm Rainier to bouldering, blue collars and my lovely girlfriend who has to put up with all of this.