My Climbing Life: Dreaming of the Unscheduled Escape
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.
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.
Bolts are bad. Chipping is horrendous. What could be worse? Well–here’s an easy answer–really, really stupid people.