Words on Climbing
Towards the Moon
The moon sinks and so too does their certainty. Once again, the achievable drifts off to join the ghosts in the realm of the inaccessible.
Words on Climbing
Dreaming at Noon
I distinctly remember, in April 2002, standing on top of the rim facing Picnic Lunch Wall. My dad and I drove past Smith when I was 11 and watched spring snowfall in light flurries on the gorge. I don’t even think I climbed that trip, but I know I learned the names of a few routes… 5 Easy Pieces, Darkness at Noon, and I know I dreamt quiet little dreams of someday being a speck on that sheer wall.