Fueled by Sparks, Bone Thugs and a half awake co-pilot, I made a silent promise to myself to not let the Yaris drop below 90 mph. Things were going smooth. Too smooth. About an hour out of Bakersfield and the car struck something which I can only describe as hard…
I don’t feel like working today. That doesn’t change the fact that I have to work, and I will work, soon… but I am going to indulge in a self-indulgent blog post before I get cracking.
The following story–an excerpt from the recently released nonfiction novel High Crimes–reveals the dark underbelly of high-altitude mountaineering: the loss of valuables, the loss of life.
Thank goodness for proactive climbers.
Functional enough to withstand three weeks of high-altitude desert and mountain exploration, yet snazzy enough to sit down to tea with the King of Mustang, the Marmot Women’s Snazette performed royally on a recent trip across the Himalaya.
Being from Boulder, I understand the amount of spray that covers every surface in a 20-mile radius of that town, but it gets to be ridiculous when…
Chris Davenport has a dream: to ski all of Colorado’s 14,000-foot peaks in a single winter. Veteran mountaineer Lou Dawson agrees to help. But it took Dawson thirteen years to ski every 14er in Colorado. Davenport has just six months to bag all fifty-four peaks.
