Andrew on the last pitch of Cloud Tower in Red Rock
Paul taping up for Cardinal Pinnicle.
Dana peak and the Dana Couloir in the Sierras. Diccon and I did roughly 10 pitches of ice to get up that thing.
The Sierra
North Couloir on North Peak, Sierra
North Peak in the Sierras. Ice climbing is great here in the fall.
Layla, on the "Silent Line." Best Chimney I've ever climbed, well, not quite as good as the Narrows in the Steck-Salathe
Chantel and I at the base of Half Dome the night before the climb. We were visited by a Ringtail that night.
Base of half dome.
Chantel on the "Death Slab" approach to Half Dome
Darkstar: the longest alpine climb in California. Car to car 15 hours. Like the Complete North Ridge of Stuart but easier approach.
Aidan and I on the summit, only halfway there. 
Another crazy sunrise
June on "Cryin' Time Again." Her first multi-pitch. Woo-hoo!
Brian and Cece and me. My Antarctica friends. Brian is down there now.
Two months ago my truck, the Red Rocket, lumbered out of Boise headed to California. The sky was clear and hot as Nevada disappeared at 75 mph in the rear view mirror. I arrived to Touloumne Meadows under bright stars and a dark sky, my friends were already asleep I'd been so late on the drive.
It seems pointless now to retell the stories of late nights and early mornings; late mornings and early nights. Campfires, long rock climbs, dreams of the future, and dreams of the past. Stars, the full moon on top of Half Dome guiding Chantel and I down after twenty pitches. The moonlight so bright I turned my lamp out. Passing out in middle of trail because we couldn't find our way down. Another dark top-out. Rappelling off of bushes. Playing Shady Grove on the Mandolin for the thousandth time at the campfire. Hearing OId Crow Medicine Show sing, "My baby plays the guitar, I pick the banjo now" at a free show in San Francisco and busting dance moves in the aisle. Two degrees of separation at most. Las Vegas, city of sin, city of amazing rock climbing. Accomplishing goals. Getting shut down. Bob Dylan at dusk. Bob Dylan in the morning. Four rounds of coffee as a minimun, every day. A mouse started living in my truck. Climbing every day. Being dirty. Rivers down main street in Bishop. The first snow in the Sierra. The search for motivation. Constant travel. Where to sleep? What to eat tonight? Burritos again! Eggs in the morning. No knowledge of the date or time. Has the sun hit the tent yet? Okay, its time to get up. Oh, again? Why can't we just take a rest day? No rest days, life is too short!
I can't possibly capture the last two months in words. I'm simply grateful, supremely grateful, for the opportunity to live a beautiful life surrounded by amazing people. So thanks to everyone I've traveled with and met on the way, safe travels!