what pulling on plastic has led me to.

There comes a time in everyone’s life where they must stand up for what they believe in. This recent election cycle has brought about a great schism in America. Progressive vs conservative; a small fraction of conservatives has America by the balls. The house, the senate, congress and the presidential oval office are all held by money grubbing, oil burning, capitalism endorsing republicans who want to drill on public lands, sell off the public’s trust and destroy what progressive America wants to be. Profit first, people second should be their motto. Sure there are those in between who want what’s best for America. What’s best for the people here at home is good,

Profit first, people second should be their motto. Sure there are those in between who want what’s best for America. What’s best for the people here at home is good, what’s best for the world is better. And what we are doing is not what is best. Dismantling the Environmental Protection Agency, hiring freeze on all federal levels, and claiming that climate change is not real. That is what is going to hurt us in the long run. Short-term vs long-term benefits have been weighed, and the current administration believes that the former is much more important for the well-being of this country and people.


BUT that does that mean that the PEOPLE will give up, lay down and let this administration TRUMPle over what the progressive policies have laid groundwork about. John Muir and Teddy helped shape what made America great by creating the first national parks, let’s keep this going.

Funny how you are led to what you believe in by what you do. I started climbing indoors, slowly moving outdoors to experience the real rock walls of nature. It cemented my interest in protecting our earth, our lands, and being sustainable.




have your voice heard. protect your land that you love to explore

We’ve all been asking ourselves what the Trump administration will mean for climbers and outdoor enthusiasts since the harrowing November election. Within just the last month, we’ve seen the potential damage to access America’s public lands and the response was overwhelming. Our cries are not to be ignored; our undertaking is not inconsequential. What we […]

via Activism in climbing: What can I do? — for the love of climbing

I Will Climb You


1 week into the new year, 2 desert trips and 1 snowshoeing trip later I am pooped. I have a lot of photos to share, thoughts to insight on and blogs to blabber a lot. I have taken it upon myself to just write, no zero days, I have come to realize that consistency is key when you want to develop a skill. Whether what you want to learn is rock climbing, cooking, social skills, work skills, as long as you keep at it, even if it is a little a day, it goes a long way. Someone once said to me “stop talking about it, and be about it!”

There is a lot of talking and not a lot of doing in all our lives. Taking action and actually doing something about what you want, working towards that goal, in manageable incremental bits of course is what gets you to where you want to be.


Snowshoeing. Basically hiking with an extra added level of difficulty. I thought I was in shape, but trekking around on large plastic claws on your feet, through snow, in higher altitude kicked my brash ass. I need to work out more, mountain men are truly the top class endurance athletes, braving altitude, exposure and giant rocks. Kudos to you Hom Teadle, I will one day follow you into the mountains and I will take your photos, even if it takes me quite a bit longer.

My dumbass brought all my camera equipment ready to take photos of the summit and forgot to bring a memory card. I always say the best camera you have is the one you have on you, but in this case, the best camera you have is the one that can save pictures. We were unprepared anyways, the San Jacinto summit is a place to conquer for another day. Kerry and I did snow shoe through the regular loop that people take, stumbling across notch 5 and the Tahquitz peak across the way. I stared at that rock capped summit for a long while atop a windy rock and contemplated how I would one day climb it and look over the edge into the abyss.

The forgotten memory card was just a part of a long day that did not turn out what we expected. First off, always start your day off with McDonalds, always bring too many things to carry, and eat all the wrong things. Lessons learned.



Four on January 4

Thank you for all the adventures, hair, love, hair, and loyalty. To be honest, I am not sure the exact date you were born, sometime right after the new year, in January to be safe. But for the sake of the catchy title, I am posting this today.

I got zero when he was a wee liddo lad, right out of his mother’s vaginal canal. Yep, not many dog owners can say they saw their buddy pop out and helped with the process. It was quite stressful, the whole birthing ordeal, a veterinarian visit, a few hours of lost sleep and many gaming sessions waiting it out later, 4 blind, baby huskies came out that looked much like naked mole rats.

Thousands of pictures, hundreds of adventures and many many miles later, we are here on his fourth birthday. Seeing as dogs have no sense of time, worry past the next meal or scratch, or even any sense of the past or future, only the present than this post is mainly for me to express what he’s helped me do.



This dudes been many miles, pulling me on my skateboard (13.8 mph land speed record on flat ground), hiking through mountains, deserts, cities, and neighborhoods. I am pretty sure if I had a Fitbit on my dog, the totals would be more than me on my bike.  He has helped me through the lows and highs of the past 4 years of my life and has given me unconditional love throughout. He’s been the subject of far too many snap chats, Instagram posts, and photos. But that is the beautiful part, the older he gets, the better the adventures, the better my photography, and heck, maybe even this writing thing will stick through. Many more adventures, pictures and hair to come!


Stepping forward..

Happy New Years,

Started off 2017 strong outside, literally, metaphorically and figuratively. Drove 2 and a half hours through sleet, rain, and snow to get to “someplace beautiful to wake up in.” The plans were hatched halfway throughout the day at work, as we trudged our feet through the long day that was the REI garage sale. (A tent sale of all the returned, usually used items that are 50-70% off that people fight for). Driving in the middle of the night in a huge torrential downpour towards a place unknown right before the bell dropped was kind of wild. There was a point where at 4,100 feet elevation, the wind blew horizontally and in of sleet form. Anna and I got to this location, did not think we would have any bathrooms or amenities and were fully prepared to do primitive camping in the cold, rainy desert. We came out to see this giant 5 story wizard tower just as the clock turned 12, looked at each other and were in shock and awe.


I want to bring all my friends here, its magic. There are boulders to climb, hike and scramble up, all right next to a homestead camp run by very nice German folk who moved from Indonesia to live out in the middle of the desert a stone’s throw from the Mexican border. The magic watchtower has a spiral staircase that starts as a gift shop down below showcasing many progressive views in the form of bumper stickers, hats, shirts and super spiritual crystals.  The energy and vibrations of the place were just what was needed to start the new year that is 2017 .

Going into something unknown used to be something that caused me great discomfort. This is because I believe I took things too seriously, I realize that now after many years worrying about things I should not of and do not have the power over (drawing from the quote

“Do not worry about the things you can’t change, or have no control over”

Nature is my therapy, nature is my church. I figure things out about myself out there. In the world of society, where things are thrown at you left and right, up and down. A bombardment of information from your phone, your social media, your watch, the damn advertisements from billboards and media. There is no time to self-analyze, no time to think, just of the things that are thrown at you. Part of the reason I started meditation practice is because I want to be able to have that feeling of being outside, inside.


I thank you, friends for inviting me outside at the start of the year, to climb, hike and ring it in out there. To a year full of growth, and exploration!



I have been in a thought conundrum recently. I think that’s the term. Its when you wake up and feel the need to do things. But there are so many things to do, that I don’t know what to do.T he best way to get out of this, to me at least, is to write things down. Now as much as I love carrying pens and pencils and journals around with me. I simply forget or certain situations do not allow me to have them. I have resorted to typing all of this. All this inane, dull useless stuff ha. oh well.

My keyboard is fucking up. Every time I use the right shift key it presses for a different key than what its supposed to on occasion. Small and inane, but those small and inane things add up in life. Much like the awesome little moments in life that matter the most.

Anyways, zero stinks like a musky dog, work at 1130, around the house mop, I have pictures to take, drawings to make, and costco to shop.

Also this picture of Flagstaff, Arizona is bitchin.

I want to.

I want to improve myself. To workout more so I can live longer and have more time to do things I want to do.
I want to learn how to draw. I want to learn how to create worlds that only reside in my head and translate that to paper. I want to create something I can be proud of. I want to see how far I can push my limits. I want to do so many things but so little time.

Start doing.