Sunday, December 26, 2010

One Hundred and Ten Percent

Sharing one of my finest moments on the sharp end while climbing frozen water. Everything about this picture brings me great joy.  The preparation, both mental and physical to get to this day was intense and it took a long time.  I'm working on getting back to that level.  In the thirteen years since this photo was taken, I've only worked on maintaining consistency with my climbing ability.  Always climbing for fun and barely breaking the difficulty threshold. It's time to move beyond that and get back on steeper ice. Nearly three years after the storm came in, I feel more determined and mentally prepared than ever to accomplish some new goals in the mountains.  Looking at this picture allows me to get in that 'zen' mode.  I can visually work out every move I did on this day, March, 23, 1997.  The mental game while climbing ice is 90% of the battle and I'm adding in another twenty percent physical for nice even 110.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Training, it's all about the training!

There is nothing quite like filling a back pack full of gear & food and hitting the trail!  I was invited by my mountain bike friends, Bill, Todd and Chuck to head out on a section of the Appalachian Trail in Maine for a couple of days. What a great backpacking trip it was! 

Walk the plank to the other side of the river!

The Fall Colors were just starting to appear in the Sugarloaf, Maine area and as I entered the forest, the buzz hit me, the colors intensified, the smells of the wilderness opened up my air way and I realized that I was very much alive.  It's tough to put into words the excitement I felt about getting on the trail, walking a great distance carrying all I would need to survive, very comfortably I might add, for a couple of days. But in one word, awesome!


You couldn't ask for a better crew on this trip. In addition to Bill, Chuck,Todd and myself, there was Steve, Paul, Jules, Don and Todd Ringelberg, we were nine in total. The trail was rugged, as you might expect from the AT, but I just hiked slowly, methodically, placing my feet firmly on the turf, walking on stone as much as possible and taking it all in. Premeditation for future mountain missions.


A steep and rocky trail climbing up to Sugarloaf Mountain

A good shot of the crew headed up the trail.

I had hiked up this trail before, many, many, years ago to peak-bag Sugarloaf, but this time I was after my sixty sixth Four Thousand Foot Mountain.  You see, a few years after I finished climbing the 65 peaks on that cold, cold, day February 2, 1996 they re-measured a couple of the mountains in Maine, Spaulding and Reddington. They found them to be just over 4000 feet.  Who doesn't want to add more peaks to their list?

Most of the guys in the group had to bag all three of our planned climbs for their lists.  A decision was made by some, which I quickly scoffed at, to drop pack at the junction of the Sugarloaf spur trail and go for the peak.  I think I said in a few explicative words, I'm not dropping my F&^@!#$ pack, I'm carrying over all the summits, basically throwing down the gauntlet right then and there!  The only one to follow suit, at least over Sugarloaf and Spaulding was Ringelberg.  Ahh, good fun and a nice challenge.  I think I even took off for the summit of the Loaf with a very brisk pace from that junction only conceding to TR1 just before the summit, so he could have the glory of summiting this Maine 4000 footer.

and there he goes!
Atop Sugarloaf, the second highest mountain in Maine, sits a lot of trash from the skiing operations.  It's littered with buildings, radio & communication towers and just a bunch of crap to put it mildly.  Oh whatever, it's a great ski mountain for the two plankers and knuckledraggers to ski and ride on.  Plenty of Massholes make the trip and add to our state's economy.  Thanks Holes!  Now go back home.  Ha, ha!


The summit building, where you're no longer allowed to camp in, or even go into to seek refuge in bad weather.  Who needs rules? They were meant to be broken! I didn't venture in, but a few of us did. 

I didn't take a summit photo from Spaulding, but I did get to the top, pack on my back and took this shot of the hill before hitting the trail to the top.

It's a quiet little peak, but very nice indeed. Spaulding Mountain in the distance.

I think I was the last one to reach Spaulding shelter and it was pretty full with the crew gobbling up their spots to sleep.  The party had already started when I arrived so I quickly joined in the fun.  A good way to end the day!  I settled into my little nook behind the shelter, sleeping bag, bivy sack, ground cloth, all set to snooze!  

My nook! (Photo by TR1)


I woke up to the sound of rain droplets hitting the ground and a few snoring grunts from the crew in the shelter.  I should have thought more about where I set up my sleeping situation.  They were sawing wood all night in that lean-to and it reverberated out the back quite loudly.  I still slept like a log on the ground though from the previous days efforts.  

One problem, I was responsible for coffee, which I forgot, thankfully one of the Todd's had a little pack of Starbucks Via and the Todd I was supposed to supply coffee for, had some special tea, so it all worked out.  Thanks for the Via, Todd B.

With breakfast in our bellies, we set out for the second half of the trip.  It was a wonderful rainy hike through the forest toward Mt. Abraham.  There must have been a few moose watching us, there was moose droppings all over and it looked like he or she had trashed about the trail.  Not any old trail, I'm talking steep, rocky terrain at elevation.  Pretty impressive signs of moose life from my perspective. 


some colorful moss.

Appalachian Trail Terrain 
Not long after I took this shot, we took the Abraham Trail, then emerged from the trees onto the rocky slopes of Mount Abraham.  I've climbed this one a few times and never have I had a view from this summit.  It's always fogged in and rainy, but that is part of the mystery and lure of the hills, there is certainly something beautiful about it no matter what the weather in the mountains. 

Todd Bumen navigating the fog

the crew headed up


Our reward
 Bill and Steve had charted out a bushwack on the map with GPS coordinates for us to take as a fun aspect of the trip, but considering the lack of visibility, we headed down the Fire Warden's trail and back to the cars.  I had a great time on this trip and it was the beginning of my quest to get to Baxter State Park this winter.  It's all about the training!  Good times with some good friends and some new friends too!
Thanks for reading!  A couple of parting shots!

Mountain flora.

A Sparky Summit Sprint! (photo by TR1)



Sunday, November 21, 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

In Honor We Climb

11/10/10 Bits of ice left over in Odell's gully from the cold spell in October.

For the third year in a row, I have made the bitter sweet journey to Huntington Ravine on or near November 10th, to memorialize in some way, one of my very best friends who sadly lost his life on this mountain in January 2008. November 10th is Pete's birthday, which ironically or not, coincides with the United States Marine Core Birthday.  Pete's Dad was a Marine in the Vietnam War and I personally find it interesting he was born on that day, or maybe his folks planned it that way.  Anyway Happy Birthday Pete Roux, Happy Birthday Marines!

On my first outing, November 14th (missed it by a few days) 2008, I hiked solo, following in the footsteps of my lost brother, with the boots he wore on his final day now on my feet, I met the challenge with caution and some hint of higher being or spirit force.  The rocks were all covered in six inches of fresh powder, enough to hide them, but also enough to cause me to take violent falls a few times.  I've only told a couple of people this, but it was as if some power or force was giving me an extra firm shove when I tripped up on those rocks.  As I would trip up on a rock, I could feel the push, which led me to hit the ground very forcefully. Once was above treeline on the Alpine Garden trail, I remember with great detail, looking around through the white out conditions and seeing nothing, but hearing the wind whisper caution in my ear.  I didn't even think about or want to go to the summit on this day, I wanted to get down and home as quick as possible, the dark haunting feeling was uncomfortable.  

November 10, 2009, a full year and a half after the avalanche, I was heading up again. This time with Todd Ringelberg in tow.  What a day it was! We brought boots, crampons and ice tools, but left that all stuff in the car since there wasn't even a hint of ice or snow. We went for the fast and light approach with only our trail running/approach shoes and super light packs on our backs. We made it to the floor of the ravine quite fast and then headed up the boulder scree known as the fan, aiming for the base of Odell Gully, roughly 400 feet below the first ice pitch. The wind was silent and there was unlimited visibility, a Raven appeared catching thermals in the air above the ravine then landing on a ledge, giving off a quick verbal sign of his presence.  We hung out at the memorial site, then shot up the Huntington head wall. We did make the summit on this hike, I think it was my 44th time at 6288.

November 10, 2010.  Again another stellar day on the hill.  Hardly any snow or ice at all and a fine day to climb the Huntington Ravine trail.  We didn't visit the memorial spot this time around we stayed on the HR trail through the fan and headed up the head wall.

 Clouds creeping across the Carter Mountain Range from Huntington Ravine.


J'ai gravi la montagne avec mon ami.
This trail is one of the toughest hiking trails in the White Mountains and is as close to technical rock climbing one can get with what I rate as some 5th class terrain in spots.  It's pretty damn fun to put it in a few words.  PDF!
 Climbing up the steep head wall in Huntington Ravine.
 
It was quite windy on this day, but we didn't really feel the full force until the summit.  Emerging from above the ravine while climbing up the Nelson Crag trail, he appeared, but only for a brief second as he flew from the upper rim down into the ravine, who you ask?  The Raven, he was lurking near the top rim of the ravine and quickly caught the wind beneath his wings and flew down the mountain. I believe there's a pair of eyes watching over me on the hill, always and forever.

 In honor we climb 11/10/10

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Five Fun

There is nothing more perfect than starting vacation on a wild and crazy rock climb. It's really not that wild and crazy, except for the fact that I haven't climbed La Roche consistently in a very long time...but it's all what you make of it, and I'm going with wild and crazy.  Finally, Old Todd Ringelberg and I were able to hook up for a day at the crag.  The last time I think we hung out was on the icy walls of Frankenstein Cliff for some Ice ascending.  That boy has been so damn busy with his new abode, family and life in general, it was nice he took a day for himself and let freedom ring his bell.  Freedom of the hills, or cliffs in this case.

We discussed our plan for the day, Fun House 5.7, The Second Pitch of Pooh, 5.6 and the three Upper Refuse pitches, 5.3, 5.6 and 5.5, all of which he'd never climbed before.  To those who know nothing about the numbers I've just listed after the names of the climbs, it's the grading system used for rock climbing, range of 5.0 up to 5.15 or is it 5.16 they're at now?  Anyway, on that scale, we were on some pretty moderate and rather easy climbing, or Five Fun, I like to say!  

Rope, flaked out and ready for the tie in.

Well, I had not been to the base of the Fun House route in almost seven or eight years, so we wandered around in the woods, up and down pine needle filled steep climber trails trying to find it for about an hour, Todd wearing flip flops, seems he was trying to go light, but not very fast.  Eventually we found the route and I attempted to get him on the first pitch, mainly so I could sit back and laugh while he struggled, but he was more than happy to allow me the honors, which I did, with very little style or any grace at all.  I muscled my way up the right facing corner, clipped the old pin, and belly flopped on the ledge after hanging out way too long with the protection at my chest...it's one of those climbing moves (like most) you've just got to make and not hang out.  I though back to my previous endeavors up this fine slice of granite and I know for sure I've been much more efficient and graceful.  Arriving at the belay tree, I anchored off and brought the old man up.  He was looking strong and climbing quickly, a smile from ear to ear, happy to be crimping fingers and smearing toes on stone.  Motivated to tackle the second pitch, he racked our 60 pounds (slight exaggeration) of gear onto his harness and gave a valiant effort on the Pooh pitch cracks.  Humbled and tail between his legs, he passed the torch to moi.  So, I clumsily again, muscled my way up to easier ground and that Five Fun climbing I was talking about.  Before long we were on the tree ledge mid-cliff on Cathedral Ledge.

 Sparky climbs the first pitch of Upper Refuse

Arriving at the base of Upper Refuse, we had to wait for a little bit to allow the train of guides with clients above us to climb through, which was fine by me, we ate a snack and I gave Todd the two second tour of other climbs in the general area.  Black Lung, The Book of Solemnity, all climbs I've done in my "hardcore" (not really) days of climbing.  We hung out for about a half hour and then started up.  I took the beautifully aesthetic first pitch.  It's got great protection, it's easy and is just SDF (so damn fun!). 

 
Sparky at the belay ledge after pitch one.

Todd ran up it like a madman and took the lead on pitch two.  Fully in tune with his skills, he lead up the 5.6 variation with fluidity and great confidence.
  
 
TR1 on lead 9/4/10

Yet again, it was my turn on the sharp end.  I proceeded to climb with that lack of style and muscled my way off the ledge, grabbing a tree in the process and defending my tree aid by declaring "It's mountaineering" then I continued up.  Again, I've done this route more times than fingers on both hands, but yet I got the tunnel vision that lead me into the right facing corner instead of being out on the face closer to the edge of the world on the arete.  After much cussing, I climbed through, toes squealing in pain and sweat brewing off my brow.  I may have even said "I'll never do this again" to myself, but really I meant never climb in that "manky" (official climber term) corner.

Just before that mountaineering move on the last pitch of Upper Refuse

Topping out at the fence that keeps the tourist from taking the plunge, I was bombarded with questions of how this whole climbing thing works...I answered a few questions and then just tried to shrug the questions off so I could get Todd up to the top.  We celebrated with what little water we had left on our bottles and hiked down the auto road.  Yet another day closer to life shared with a great friend.  Thanks Todd!

Da Boyz, pre-ascent

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Once Upon A Star














The wind blows the smell of salty air. The tide ebbs & flows, and for at least the next two days, our lives just slow. We are staying on Star Island out in the Isles of Shoals, which is off the coast of Rye, NH. We arrived yesterday afternoon after a brief ride on the Uncle Oscar, a charter boat at the Rye Harbor Marina. We quickly settled into the routine with a nap out on the lawn, then a rock in a couple of the comfy rockers on the porch of the Oceanic Hotel. Ahh, Island life, it's nice to just relax and let it all go.











A wonderful view of the ocean from the rocking chairs.

We ate dinner family style with other guests here. Some conferencee's, and some, like us, just here for a personal retreat.

I booked this trip to celebrate Steph's 40th birthday. She works way too hard most all the time, so this "doing of nothing" for a couple of days is just what she needed.













Last nights Sunset from Star!














That's all for now. Back to R&R.

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Summertime Ticking Away

 Hauling the Webber Grill out to High Bank Campsite 
Telos Lake, AWW. September, 2009

The weather is changing, I can smell it, I can feel it in the temperatures the last few mornings.  I don't really care either way, especially since we don't have much choice in the matter, Fall then Winter, it's the natural progression.  I love fall!  Looking forward to fresh apples, and fresh doughnuts & cider from the local Apple Orchard. Crisp air and crackling leaves under foot. So, before all that, go out and enjoy every little bit of Summer we've got left. 
 
Steph and I are headed out on vacation (love that word) the first week of September and we're not sure just what to do yet.  Possibly some mountain bike riding at The Kingdom Trails in Vermont, along with a few days in Burlington?  Maybe some road riding in the Green Mountains? Plus, I have a bike race on the 11th.  I am riding / racing in the inaugural Crank The Crawford Time Trial, which starts at Attitash Ski Area in Bartlett, NH and ends 18 miles later, uphill, at the top of Crawford Notch.  It should be a great ride, um, I mean race...

Monday, August 2, 2010

Long Time, No Bloggie

Hey, I'm back, I'm back, back from my funky groove...Seriously, I didn't really go anywhere, but I have been out there, right down in there, up there (a couple of times), around there, through there, and now I am right here. Here to stay, and I continue to go outside and play or O n P.

Let me continue by telling you, or suggesting to you, where not to go. If you love the Northern part of Maine like I do, and you're a snowmobiler, ice fisherman, or your more into summer style water activities and you like to paddle places like the West Branch of the Penobscot, Lobster Lake, or Chesuncook Lake, please, please, please, DO NOT patronize the not-so-kind folks at The Chesuncook Lake House (not even worthy of a link to their website, but if you really want to know ask Google). Seems even when you're nice to people like David and Luisa Surprenant, you're destined to look "suspicious". Even when you've researched a trip to Northern Maine and you've emailed back and forth with someone like David, and you have thanked him for his service and all his effort grooming snowmobile trails throughout the Chesuncook and Allagash area and you've gone to the Lake House on a long snowmobile ride to get gas, find your way to "scope" out the Lake House, only to plan on returning the next day to give these people money for a damn good meal, (we didn't have the chance to return, and never will) don't be fooled, don't be nice and appreciative to people like The Surprenants, for your kindness and sharing of thoughts on how much you love the wilderness and "our" fare State of Maine will only leave you looking suspicious in their minds. Seems these people from away, (Massholes) can't tell the difference between some genuinely nice people and someone who might be looking to rob them in the spring when the ice melts out and the riff-raff flock to camps to B & E on people like them. You made a big error in character judgment, David, and Luisa. What ever gave you the thought we were up to something suspicious? Being nice to you all, praising thanks to you for your service, gas on site, your well groomed snowmachine trails, telling you how fortunate you are to have a home in such a spectacular location with such a dramatic view of Mount Katahdin? Maybe we should have been assholes, smoked a few cigarettes or spit chewing tobacco while drinking some beer on our visit, then maybe you would have felt more of a Masshole homie, touchy, feelie, warm and fuzzy feeling in your guts, instead of being paranoid and emailing the local overzealous Game Warden, asking to go check us out. You're a bunch of loosers David & Luisa, and as I type this, picture a big sarcastic thumbs-up pointed in your direction!

So, now that I've got that out of my system and I've recovered from the post traumatic stress of having my Fourth Amendment Rights violated from Mr. Overzealous, let's move on to more positive things that Spark-less-wonder has been up to. Well this involves bicycles for the road and the dirt trails, rock climbing shoes that hurt my feet when just thinking about them, hiking off to far in the distance mountain peaks in the heart White Mountains, tidal waters of Southern Maine in a Kayak and oh-so-many-more enjoyable moments of life as I know it. I can even toss in visiting the White House on a late spring vacation to Washington, DC. Yeah, if you're wondering, David, Luisa and Bobby Jo, oddly, no one accused us of trying to scope out the White House for a future robbing mission? Though we were followed by a couple of suits after filing a complaint at the EPA building regarding the Gulf Oil Spill, but immediately after, we visited Olympia Snowe's office and were given VIP tickets for a tour of the Capitol building as well as a tour of her personal office.

Summer is in full swing as I sit and type this on August 2, Twenty Ten. I am about to show some photos of my recent adventurous missions...Enjoy!


The Washington Monument from the Vietnam War Memorial.

Steph outside of a house we considered buying.

Outside of the FBI building, I had some questions for them...

A late night visit to the Thomas Jefferson memorial, very powerful!

Before we headed home, we went to Camden Yards to see the Red Sox whip the O's.
A great game, and a lovely Ball Park.

DC was amazing, it's such a great city. You really feel the power of our country when you're right down in there. We walked around the whole city on one of our days there, it must have been twenty miles, we saw it all, well almost. We definitely will be back for the stuff we missed, but we visited museums like the Natural and American History, the Native American museum, the Capitol and Senate buildings, The Vietnam War Memorial, Lincoln Memorial, our Maine Senator's offices, The Archives of the United States of America, and so much more. Both the Senators were out of town for recess, but we did get to meet the office staff, all Mainers! We stayed in Georgetown, a short ride on the Metro into to the city from our hotel. Georgetown itself was a nice touristy area, lot's of shops and restaurants, including the famous and chocolate coma inducing Georgetown Cupcake! Cupcakes? Yes, cupcakes of all flavors and varieties, simply delicious!

June brought some long distance bike rides, lots of training on both the mountain bike and the road bike. We've had quite a fantastic streak of weather this spring and summer and I've managed to get in a lot of ride time. As I type, I am about 1350 miles combined on road and mountain bikes. One thousand plus solid miles on the road bike, with a couple of nice rides in the White Mountains. One of the rides Steph and I did was with our friend Al Hospers. From his house in North Conway up and over Bear Notch, to the top of Kancamaugus Pass and back dowm to North Conway. It was about 57 miles, and 4500 or so, feet of climbing. A great day to be on the bike-cycles, even if it was 98 degrees and we all drank almost a gallon of water each!

Steph, just finishing the days climbing at the top of the Kanc pass, smile and all, feeling great inner reward.

A few days later, I had the opportunity to help out some Mount Washington Bicycle Hill Climbers by driving the get-down car to the summit for friends, Tom Scontras, and Steve McGrath. Well, the race day was rained out, so the rain date the next day kicked in and the race went off without a sprinkle or flash of lightning. What a day to be on Mount Washington, always special and spiritually powerful for me. Tom put in a great ride considering his "stuff" he's dealt with over the previous few weeks before the race, illness, lack of hill training due to the illness...etc. Respecting his privacy, but including some pictures.

Looking North and slightly East to the top of Huntington Ravine.

The race winner and current course record holder, Tom Danielson.
He missed beating his record by about 8 seconds on this day. He was absolutely flying!


Tom, two times on the summit out of four races attempts.


So then, the following weekend, the opportunity presented itself to join in on a long hike to the summit of Owl's Head in the Pemigawesset Wilderness. A friend of mine, Bill, who is trying to get his Four Thousand Footers done in New Hampshire was headed to the Owl. Knowing Steph still needed this one for hers, I suggested we go along for the ride and the hike! Yes, that's right, we rode our mountain bikes on the Lincoln Woods trail the first three miles, locked them to a tree and then hit the foot path. Five miles and several thousand feet higher, we stood on the tree filled, view-less summit. The last mile up the slide was a blast, steep and fun, some bouldering off the "trail" and lots of loose rock. Bill's son, Jack, sprinted from the bottom of the slide and we never saw him again until the summit. A great day to be out in the woods. The hiking through the wilderness is truly amazing, but the ride back to the cars kicked ass!

The three first timers before heading out. Steph, Bill and Jack.

Bikes R Fun!

Steph, Bill & Jack headed up the steep and loose slide.

Bill on the summit.

That about rounds up as much as I want to put into this edition of Sparky's Ride. Stay tuned, I'm crackin on with the writing. Happy Reading! Ride On!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Blog press test

Just testing a new Iphone ap for this blog. The picture of Steph below is from a recent walk along the ocean.


Thursday, February 18, 2010

It's the Standard!

I started ice climbing back in 1991, the popularity of the sport and increased traffic at the cliffs has grown tremendously since then. So, if you meet up with a buddy to climb some ice and you find no cars in the parking lot when you arrive, what do you do?  If you said blah, blah, blah, then you're right, Climb the funnest route at the Crag!  

This past Sunday was the exact case I mention and just what Todd and I did. We met at the usual spot half way from our respective homes, finished the drive north on route 16, then stopped for some coffee in North Conway.  Fueled up on caffeine and egg & cheese on a bagel, we headed to our planned climbing area for the day, we weren't sure which climb we would do, but it became obvious as we pulled up the access road to Frankenstein Cliff in Crawford Notch.  

It was 8 am and there were zero, count 'em, zero cars in the parking lot!  So we planned to head straight to Standard Route, a New Hampshire Classic, with a NEI 3 rating (New England Ice Grade 3). Todd had not been out climbing for about a month, though I had been a couple of times and also the previous day. This meant that Todd would have the glory of leading the funnest pitch on the route, the second pitch out the left side of the cave.  It is always so fun and exposed.  To think I have another friend who solos this route on a regular basis....Oh well, I wouldn't do it, but lacing the climb full of screws and having a great time climbing some frozen water was just awesome!  I never get tired of this one...

I was filming our climb while using a Vholdr Countour HD action sports camera, mounted onto my climbing helmet with a elastic velcro strap.  I edited the footage to create the following video of our climb of the first two pitches.  My only claim to fame is amateur at best, and I must warn you, in the excitement of climbing with a brother and friend, I may have dropped a few F-Bombs!  So pop some corn or have a coffee and take a seat and climb the ice.  The video is about 37 minutes long.

I know every time I watch, I slide to the edge of my seat as I relive the experience. 


Standard Route Frankenstein Cliff - The whole story! from Steve Jacques on Vimeo.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Living the Dream

Life to the fullest? Absolutely!
For as long as I can remember, I've been adventuring outside into the wilderness. Fresh out of high school, I had to make some critical changes, or I could have headed out on the wrong path. It took a few years, and it was a lot of work, but I accomplished some goals and the mold started to build with a little more integrity.


I remember my first journey
up the hill, somewhat still a punk, dawning a cotton Metallica t-shirt, and work style boots (I might have had a windbreaker in the pack). My friend Roland and I headed up, with him even smoking a few Camels on the way. Well, fortunately the mountains accepted my application for study in life education, and what great things I have learned!

The photo above is from a recent ascent of the ice climb called East Face Slabs Right, on Mount Willard, in Crawford Notch, NH. I am at the most difficult section in this photo. How does one deal with such a challenge? Calmly and with fluidity! This was one of those special days, a cold day in January with the sun shining, the sky clear and bright blue. While many stood in lines for other climbs on this day, my friend Erik and I moved through on another climbing route below this one, quickly, while displaying good ethic and style. Arriving at the base of this pretty, blue, chunk of frozen water clinging to the side of a cliff, t
he hook was set and I was lured to the top. Some might loose their breath at the just the thought of putting themselves in such a situation, yet I accepted the challenge with open arms and took a breath of life as I anchored myself safely at the top. In trying to relate my point, adventure for me is life. The risk, the reward, the challenge, the failure, the success. I believe their is a certain strong similarity between the two.

I can currently be found dreaming through the eyes of my life and to the next adventure. There is one in there that could be quite special and I hope you'll stick aro
und to see all that may encompass what will be next.


Monday, January 18, 2010

In memory of a once in a lifetime friend ~ November 10, 1968 - January 18, 2008

Pete Roux seconds Pinnacle Gully on Mount Washington, March 18, 2003

"Then there was silence, hiss of the slide soft hushed. The mountains lay, stood, reared like creatures that dream lovely in sunlight: ebony, silver and silk just as before. But I loathed them, trembling and sick, for you had gone." -Wilfrid Noyce