The vast and lonely places in my mind long for the vast and lonely places of the world. It is not the world we live in, where everything happens fast and we are given little time to sit and think about what we've done, who we are, who we are with, and where we are going. Basic humans needs. At least, I am a human and I need those things in my life. Time to reflect, time to ponder, time to stare at the stars and wonder. Who knew there were so many brittle lights suspended in the sky?...

I have also had a couple trips to outside of Wyoming this year. I got a good tour of Shelf Road from my good friend Fritz. Shelf felt pretty old school, very techy, keeps me on my toes. There were so many routes in such a small area. I will return there for sure. I got to make it down to St. George for a long weekend. I love that place and wish I could spend more time there. I traveled down with about 16 people...madness. Most were there to bike and climb a little. Some were...

I've never been one for sitting still. Staying in one place bores me, makes me antsy. I'm never content to just climb in the gym waiting for the next big trip. Every opportunity I have I want to be out climbing, exploring, brushing, hiking, driving, MOVING. The itch to move was especially strong this October. I finally got the opportunity to check out a new, amazing area that my friends, Jamie Emerson, Collin Horvat, and Jesse Brown, had been raving about and traveling to: Devil's Kitchen. The Kitchen lies smack dab in the middle of Wyoming's Big Country and...

Light drains itself from sky, and the world closes itself upon us. Mist hangs dark among the trees, their black trunks slumber in silence in the diaphanous murk. Fog creeps. Beyond our beams of electric light, flickers of darkness, black pug-faced bats flit and dart in the gloaming. There are unimaginable creatures of the wood. The imagined matted and furry smear of evolution gone awry hulks and sobs in the bowels of a dripping cave. My mind has liquified. We walk past the portent tracks of a puma, and my hearts beats heavy. ThumpThump. What brings us...

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?” -Hunter S. Thompson And so it was. American am I. Are we (?). Dave and Daniel (they need no introduction). Reunited once more. It was interesting because I couldn't decide if time had passed or not, since I had seen them last, and there was no way of knowing. Well, there was, and there is, and my senses fought...

A few weeks back I got invited to check out some new caves near the small town of Ten Sleep Wyoming. Dave Snyder and Marc meet Vance and I in town and took us down some highway with a bunch of sandstone. We pulled off and hiked this nice trail that followed a stream in a somewhat narrow canyon, surrounded by mouth-dropping dolomite/limestone caves. Vance and I were freaking out and Dave just laughs and told us to wait and see. We eventually cross the stream on some sketchy logs, climb a steep hill, up a 20 foot rope...