Category Archives: Climbing

Leaving Chattanooga

The last two months in Chattanooga were difficult for me. It was too hot to climb, and most of my climbing partners had already moved on.  Those who hadn’t were busy with school, or work, or both. And mentally I was preparing for my move across the country. Physically, I waited until the last possible moment to sell my things and pack.. There was a lot of running around as well, seeing people for what will hopefully not be the last time.  I met quite a few amazing people in and around Chattanooga who will continue to have a profound effect on my life, and that I miss every day. Read the rest of this entry


Superman Does Good. You’re Doing Well

As many of you know I can be prone to gloomy moments. That might be putting it lightly. There are those rare days when I hardly leave bed. But I’m working on this. Over the past week or so I’ve come to some realizations, with the help of friends, that have been helping me avoid such gloomy moments. One of the first things I’ve realized is that right now I’m pretty aimless. I haven’t been climbing much because most of my partners have moved on, or are too busy with school and work. I’m not working at the moment. Basically I’m purposeless. And I started thinking about how most people never make a difference, myself included. I know this isn’t completely true. We (hopefully) make a difference in people’s lives every day. We make them happy, give them advice, inspire them, and so on. But I wanted to do more than that, I wanted to do good. Read the rest of this entry

When I Grow Up

When I was little my father was a carpenter. If you know my father this is hard to believe, mainly because I (or anyone else) never saw him do anything handy. Ever. I don’t actually remember him being a carpenter. But I know he was one, because at some point I came across a drawing that I did when I was young. It was of my father holding a hammer, and it said “When I grow up I want to be a carpenter like my Daddy.” Being a child it’s easy to know what you want to be when you grow up. You want to be whatever your mother or father is. After I wanted to be a carpenter, whenever someone would ask what I wanted to be when I grow up I would tell them “A lawyer, because they make lots of money.” Read the rest of this entry

Southern Hospitality in Chattanooga, Tennessee

We have just finished our second full day bouldering at Little Rock City just outside of Chattanooga, Tennessee and are settled down in the Walmart parking lot to call it a night. We could go and camp, but we’re planning on taking a rest day tomorrow and visiting the aquarium here in the city. Not to mention camping costs money, and we try to be frugal when we can. Read the rest of this entry

Boredom, Depression, Kentucky, and Tennessee

We’ve been back from Kentucky for a little over four weeks now. And I can’t wait to leave again. I’m not really big on holidays, but Faye loves them. She wanted to be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but driving up and down the country two different times in a month didn’t make much sense to either of us. So the consensus was that we stay home for a while. And by home, I mean with Faye’s parents. Read the rest of this entry

____ Easy Steps to Creating Your Own Climbing Video

I love watching climbing videos. I’ve even paid for a number of movies, solely about rock climbing. There are websites out there that will post clips of some amazing climbers working on some amazing problems. After watching a number of really well produced videos, it seemed to me like there was some type of formula. I’ve attempted to document this formula, so that you, and others, may create more climbing videos for the masses to enjoy. Read the rest of this entry


What makes for a good rock climbing route? When I first started climbing, I just assumed that all routes were created equal, separated only by difficulty. I ignored star ratings in the guidebooks, and just climbed everything at my level. But as my climbing palette has become refined, I’ve realized that there are stark differences in just how enjoyable a particular route is. Read the rest of this entry

Sendtember at the New

Sendtember has come to a close here at the New River Gorge. And Rocktober has gotten off to a cold, rainy start. We’ve been staying at Roger’s Rocky Top Retreat, or just plain old Roger’s, as most people call it. Roger’s isn’t much of a campground. It’s an open field next to Roger’s house with a port-a-potty, a small token operated shower, a sink to do dishes, and some picnic tables. But that’s not why people stay there. People stay there partly because it’s cheap, but mostly because of Roger. Read the rest of this entry


Faye and I left yesterday to begin our drive to West Virginia. After getting a haircut, visiting a friend, and a couple of other distractions, we were on our way. When we arrived at a toll booth in New Jersey, I paid with a ten-dollar bill and some change, which included some pennies. The toll operator simply looked down at her hand, and said only, “Pennies.” At this point my initial reaction was to say something along the lines of, “Yeah, last time I checked they were still legal tender.” But instead it made me think quickly about two different discussions I’ve had with different people. Read the rest of this entry

My New Home is a Park

Michael and me working on the platformI guess that’s not entirely true. I’ve lived in a park over the past month, and on a mountain, and off an old dirt road. It’s probably more accurate to say that my new home is a truck. It’s a 2003 Ford Ranger to be specific. We’ve only owned it for a little more than a month, but we’ve become very close with it. We put a cap on it, and built a platform for our bed. The platform allows us to sleep in the bed while storing most of our gear underneath. It’s sort of a poor man’s RV. Read the rest of this entry