Taking in the view after summiting American Fork Twin Peaks. @karsynansari @jj.peg @amir__ansarii —————————- I feel like I’ve been spending so much time out of state that it’s been good to dive back into the Wasatch range. An early morning summit of the Twins this weekend surprised us with high winds and fog as we scrambled up the ridge line. At the top the wildflowers were showing their face as the clouds briefly opened up for us to see Timpanogos. Access to these areas is what makes Utah so incredible. Wondering what we’ll summit this week!
Summer evenings backed up to mountain lakes. I don’t have a tailgate, but I make it work.
I never got to hike with my grandpa, but I’ve always been told how similar we were in life. He’d spend his summers hiking through the Wind Rivers, summiting the tallest peaks. Now I always imagine him looking down on me excited as I experience these wild places. Thanks for capturing me completely stoked @petenathanson
A truly ineffable weekend, filled with beauty, and the best of people. The first day we rushed from work in SLC to the Bon Iver concert in the rain outside of Missoula, and spent the night watching the fog roll through the trees. The next day brought us through the tribal wilderness, randomly running into an old friend on the highway that led us to a hike deep into the woods to find a massive waterfall. Then the day after, finally biking Going To The Sun Road in Glacier National Park, being the last at Logan’s Pass, and skiing the summit. We all nearly fell apart from the indescribable views at sunset on the way down. The cliffs burst vibrantly with color, the rivers glowed, water fell from every wall. One of the best trips of my life. These long trips, I always have friends and family ask me why. “Why do you do this?” “Why every weekend?” “Just stay in town once.” But I remember a song my dad showed me by Will Varley. It goes: “Sometimes it feels like everything's been done before, The same ideas and the same four chords, But we’re still leaving in the morning for to cross the sea, Because not everything's been done by me.” Thanks to everyone who made the weekend possible. It’s always the people. Always.
Hiking below the second highest vertical drop in the United States besides El Capitan. Though it is incredibly more remote, and definitely lesser known.
May 18th, 2018, 10:58pm It’s good to hear the crickets chirping again while the desert flowers bloom. The sky has finally faded to black along the empty valley against our backs. In front of us, one of the largest cliffs in North America. Moments ago it was vibrantly orange with the sundown. Now just a deep blue. We’re around our fire, trading smiles and cracking beers. The flames are highlighting Jacki’s hair and also Jay’s bottle while he swings another sip. Crackle-crackle-pop. We’re leaned against gravel and sandstone caught up in beauty of these days. Summer is finally here, but the winter didn’t slow us down much. We don’t have a plan tomorrow, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out. All that matters tonight is we’re together amongst the cliffs, next to the fire, and under the stars. What an incredible world we get the chance to exist in.