I would like to introduce the newest member of the climbing community, Brooklyn the wonder-pup! Andrew and I drove to Colorado Springs on Sunday to expand our little family. It’s only been a few days, but we are already in love with this little ball of feistiness.Today will be the first day we attempt to take out new friend climbing. I love when there are a few well-behaved dogs at the crag, but I get as annoyed as the next person when they are running on ropes, stirring up dust, and otherwise making a mess of things. Brooklyn is...

Last weekend I had the opportunity to get outside and go climbing and I didn’t take it. Dumb I know.Instead I decided to stay home and work on a nagging bathroom revamp that had been dragging on and seriously needed finishing. I hated to spend a perfect sunny day spackling, painting, and fiddling with wires but it had to get done.

Over President’s Day weekend I made a weekend road trip to Lander, WY. Winter has been dragging on and “life” has taken it’s toll in the last few months. Work, work, and more work . . . that’s all I feel like I do. But a three-day weekend is a rare thing and something to be taken advantage of. So we packed up the car and set out on the lonely roads that connect Colorado to Wyoming. What we found were good friends, fun times, and sunny walls to climb. Months of no climbing have left me weak and...

The photo issue of Rock and Ice will be landing in your mailboxes shortly. The photo issue is always my favorite and this year’s does not disappoint. To my surprise there is a full-page, black and white, photo of me towards the end of the photo section. The caption says the photo was taken on Apocalypse in Rifle, CO. This particular shot however, was actually taken on Simply Read, the route two left of Apocalypse. I know this, because it’s a route I’ll never forget, a route that challenged me for two seasons before finally, and unexpectedly, coming together...

Saturday the 17th of September was one of those days I can only describe as un-motivating. It was raining and cold as we packed the car. It dumped for the entire 1 hour drive to Rifle Mountain Park. At one point I began laughing and questioned Andrew about why we were still driving. I’d suggested throwing in the towel before we even made it to the highway. A day at the Glenwood Hot Springs was sounding perfect to me. But we kept driving. The canyon was pretty much empty when we arrived. Everything looked a little darker...