Bouldering is my way of life and a way I’m unsure I could ever actually survive without. It is such a constant and a balancer of living I wonder if I could be anything else? I wrote an essay for the Wind River Bouldering Guide (Lander Bouldering) after a bit of self-discovery in reviewing the past years in Wyoming mountains “Those are the places I continually visited during the period of life attempting to become something that I would grow up to be. Working at growing up to become something is tiring. Respite came for me in wild places, in immense boulder fields hidden by desert brown and verdant alpine, in deep gorges of shade, and on single erratic stones perched unbelievably in all that space. Then, too old to be growing up any more, I found myself bouldering.”
The best bouldering in America is likely in Wyoming. It is the big unknown in bouldering, the frontier for American bouldering. With knowledge of geology in tow, I have been going to the best rock and finding immense amounts of the stuff. Every time new rock is found it has fueled me and requires me to conclude my purpose.