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!