My brother gets limited opportunities to ski on the Eastside a year. He makes em count. I promise I offered first tracks multiple times. He declined. Til next your brother!
Royal Robbins! It's an easy answer. Just the other night we were having a discussion of which climbers are inspiring today. There's a few that come to mind readily. Which climbers are inspiring from the golden age? Royal and all the rest of them! By today's definition a climber includes a ropeless Honnold on 5.12 big walls to the dude who ties his date to the tree while he narrowly avoids (or doesn't) getting mangled in a ground fall attempting to demonstrate his outdoorsiness. Don't get me wrong. I'm all about inclusiveness. I dread the day of the first rock climbing country club, but there's no ignoring the disconnect. As I strugglebus up the same bombay chimneys Royal first tackled over 50 years ago, walking a shiny #6 cam along, equipped with sticky rubber, a SuperTopo, and all the unknowns conveniently answered, I have no delusions that it doesn't remotely resemble what Royal Robbins called climbing a half century ago. I'm not cut from the same cloth of those early pioneers. Climbing is evolving so rapidly it's hardly recognizeable to me when I'm at the crag after only one short decade of participation. For the most part football is still football and the same can be said about the rest of the traditional sports. Either Royal Robbins transcended rock climbing or we've gerrymandered the definition to lazily encompass all of us recreaters today. And this is to say nothing about his equally impressive and distinguished First Descent list of Sierra Nevada rivers! He was one of the worlds great adventurers. Thanks for the inspiration Royal. I know it wasn't your intention, in fact quite the contrary, but thanks for paving the way for the rest of us feeble humans who don't have the heart of a lion and the balls of a whale to make climbing more accessible. 📷Glenn Denny
Bootpacking and Buttermilking. Effortlessly trading a right turn for a left gaston day after day with friends old and new. So much to be said about the ole 395 corridor.
Meet Odin, the ~1600 year old Giant Sequoia pictured. This force of nature remains composed thru dozens of human lifetimes of fire, drought, killer beetles and climate change, perpetually adapting to and grateful for, its appointed home in the forest. It towers proudly while remaining deeply grounded and connected to its surroundings. Thru selfless photosynthesis it humbly offers breath, beauty and wonder to Our World, asking nothing in return.
My big bro Ryan, aka Hammerstock, stomps in the booter on a High Sierra 14er straight from sea level last season. This came after linking Emerson and Peak 13,121 the day before. I'm always impressed by his seamless transition from sea level corporate grind to High Sierra boot pack installing machine.