Friday, October 16, 2009

I love it here

Hey everyone,

Well,... my ability to resist harassment from so many people on such a continuous basis to update this blog even surprises myself. Sorry ya'll. Life here in Utah is great. I'm living in a house owned by a fellow climber and ski patroller up at Snowbird, in a small basement bedroom. It's a pretty sweet deal though. I have tenor here, a big fenced in back yard, and I'm about a 5 minute drive to the mouth of little cottonwood canyon, home to world class climbing ( trad and bouldering ) and world class skiing. The only bummer about it is that dogs aren't allowed in the canyon, a fact learned only after moving out here. I have been spending my climbing time there. The rock quality is about as good as it gets. For trad climbing there are beautiful splitters all over the place, the granite is bullet hard, perfect features. In a lot of places there are these black knobs that have formed that are really cool. Along with the route climbing, little cottonwood canyon is quite famous for its high quality slab climbing. WOOOO!!! New adventure for sure! Climbing on holds far less than what I would call edges, or even holds, their just small little finger smears, and you run it out all over the place 20 feet above your gear, etc.. definitely a new and fun adventure. Gotta say though... I miss rumney alot. SO MUCH!! I wonder if I will ever find climbing that great, with people that great. Anyways, I'll stop talking about climbing... actually, no,... i have a little more.. the bouldering!! That's been the big thing for climbing for me out here. The boulders in little cottonwood are stunning. The climbing is interesting, totally beta-intensive climbing... by the way, to all of the non-climber readers out there, I apologize that you are not following a word that I have written so far. I will soon step outside of the luscious world of climbing that I love so much and talk about the other things. But for those who do climb... SNAP!! It's great.. So today I got on possibly the best boulder problem I have ever been on. It's called big baby Jesus. It 's a pretty monster highball v6 with the crux being the second to last move. The landing doesn't seem all that ideal, there are two big boulders that you scum down during the fall, they actually kind of help though cause they slow the fall. I think the boulder is about 30 feet tall. It's great movement on edges up a perfect face, with the crux being a very balancy move with your left hand to a crimp. I fell doing that move at least 5 times, every time being pretty vocal about it by screaming till i bounced off the boulders behind me and finally hitting the crash pads on the ground. Then I would follow up with some yipees!! and woohoos!! Man, what a great time!! I didn't send it, I need to do it this season for sure. So onto other things.... this is a long, and somewhat boring post... I may not get so much harassment this next time round... As many of you may know I've been dating an amazing woman out here. Her name is Camille, I met her because I am friends with a couple of her older brothers. She's such a beautiful person in so many ways, and I am completely inspired by her. So a very large portion of my time has been spent with her out here and I've loved every moment of it and look forward to more everyday. I am currently working two jobs. I am the mailman at one of the hospitals here in Salt Lake. It's a temporary position... I am just filling in for Klauss, the German. I am also working at snowbird, one of the greatest place to ski in the country, and has the best snow in the world, they get over 500 inches a year. I am working at their hotel up there at the front desk. The big reason for getting that job was getting some health insurance and a free pass which would have cost over a thousand bucks. I should get a bed, or a chair in my room, I'm sitting on the floor and my butt is falling asleep. I'm also eating grapes that Camille bought and left in my fridge, they're a little rubbery, but they still taste ok. I'm sure there is so much to write... but I'm tired so I'm going to bed... Here are some pictures of Bre and Camille, cause they are both mega beautiful.

Monday, September 7, 2009

On the road to ya.

ing in colorado.

I have a bad memory. That is one of the clear cut attributes that I have been blessed with. So, in telling my story of my travels to Utah, the tale will be vague, and terribly non-specific. I got on the road, with lots of people fearing for the life of my car. It made it though, pretty happy about it. I woke up the morning I was supposed to leave via my internal clock. My alarm was set, but didn't go off. My alarm is on my phone, and my phone died as I slept. So, I was about to embark on my journey into the unknown with a dying car and no phone. In all reality, I don't think it's that bad. People have always driven crappy cars across the country, even before cell phones, so with that logic, I was all set. Driving through NY took a long time, I knew that was a big step, getting through NY. The first day I traveled from Hooksett, NH to somewhere past Toledo Ohio. I slept in my car that night at a truck stop. I unfolded my crash pad in my back seat as much as I could, and thank you... thank you... thank you... to my mom, who hooked me up with a little travel bag that she recieved from a recent trip to Ireland which contained a sleeping mask. WOW!! It was better than I could have ever imagined, also, it made me feel very fancy. I slept pretty well under the circumstances... The back seat of the Yota is pretty small, and I had to share with Tenor. So, we got up and drove the next day to the middle of Nebraska somewhere. That day, while we were driving through Iowa we drove into a pretty gnarley thunderstorm. Really dark clouds, lots of lightning, you know, every few seconds or so. I could barely see. As you will notice is any picture taken from inside of my car, the passenger side section of the windshield is nastily smothered in Tenor nose residue. That decreased visibilty by 72%. I drove pretty freakin slow in that storm, and was lovin the ride. After the storm, an absolutely stunning, double rainbow came out. I got lost in it as I swerved across lanes lost in ecstasy of color and surrality. Is that a real word? It might be, because no red line popped up underneath it. Wow, I really thought I was making up a moderately clever word. Tenor has been doing this cute thing for about 6 months now. When we are riding in the car, sometimes he will want me to pet his chest, and he lifts his paw up high, underneath my hand and rests his paw on my wrist, as he stares into emptiness, filled with bliss. I love it, and it's come to a point to where I know how to inspire him to do it, in order to fulfill my desires of adorableness. Tenor was ok with the trip. He knew something big was happening. He looked confused by the fact that we were continually driving, with no reward at the end of the day. He's used to having somewhere cool to hang out usually if we drive far away. He's a great travel dog, and pretty much passed out for the entire trip. When we hit Nebraska, I was pretty tired. I found a Wal-Mart right off the highway and parked in the back next to a couple of Mobile homes. I spoke to this nice guy from Ohio for a while. He was a farmer and he was going to visit his boys and do some fly fishing. Then I spoke a little bit later to this other guy who was also in a mobile home. He was driving to Maine from Washington state. He was an interesting dude. Definitely a dog park regular. He had a dog with him and he was all about the dog culture.

Before I left the house.

So, I told a bunch of people that I would do this, and thanks to Chelsie and Chelsea I am actually following through. Nice harassing girls. I bet blogging is going to help me improve on my spelling, due to the red line that goes under every word that I misspell. Which, funny enough, I originally misspelled misspell. I spelt it mispell. This is not a very fun blog yet! Ha ha, I am totally entertaining myself with this so far. So, The picture.... to your left.... Is a collection of all the belongings that I brought to Utah with me in my precious, beloved 92 Toyota Corolla. Sadly enough, as of late, I have been having issues with the cooling system in the auto, which has led me to many frustrations, but I suppose that it will just deepen our bond. So, the only two items not shown in the picture are my snowboard and my gun, which by the way, I blew the crap out of my phone with it ( as much as you can blow the crap out of something with a .22, yes , it was significantly less climactic than what I was hoping for. I went through 7 or 8 clips worth of bullets till I was satisfied with the destruction). Oh, ... I brought a crash pad too. Yo!! I want to ad more pictures, but I'm not doing so hot so far... Hold on. Let me keep trying.