Monthly Archives: March 2010

What the hell does a volunteer mountain rescuer look like, you gotta ask yourself.  What do you picture when you think of those bad-asses? This is what I imagined not so long ago.  Picture a snowed-in canyon, yawning wider to frame a rising monster of a wall, upon which six douche-bag hikers feature 12 broken … Read more

Climbing pioneer, inventor, entrepreneur, author, world-class kayaker, wicked old dude that’s punched more time cards on life’s clock than a 6 a.m. line at Starbucks.  Talking to these folks unnerves me and stabs my ego with a pitchfork.  My excitement seems tempered by a feeling of self-loathing stirred by thoughts of a dull life.  I … Read more

I don’t like my plate.  I don’t want to eat it all.  It looked appetizing, but as it festers on my VERY NICE china the brown is beginning to fringe the edges of my fine meal…. This is my plate.  Look at my plate.  Do not taunt my plate.  Deadline with Korean writing gig on … Read more

If there was a Mount Rushmore of all-around rock climbing in Colorado, Steve Mammen’s mug would be in the running for one of the four chisels.  In the heyday of ticking aid lines and putting up new FAs, Mammen was at the forefront of the heady, balls-to-the-wall ethos surging through Eldorado Canyon.  With FAs such … Read more