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! - PHASEFuck, 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.