Climbing is poetry in motion. It's a culmination of all that you are, and all that you have learned. Especially in the Alpine. The Granite spires paint a picture so vivid, it's permanently ingrained in your consicouness forever.
Are we in Pakistan?
The peaks reverberate softly in the mirror of alpine lakes.Dancing against the sky, taunting us climbers
The ten mile approach wets the appetite, we wander circuitously around smaller peaks until we enter the Cirque de la Towers.Our base-camp finds a home on the plush alpine meadows below next to a peaceful waterfall.
A large rock barely breaks the surface of the water. We wade over to the exposed, flat surface, and cook our dinner on the Japanese style dinner table.
Climb into oblivion... then climb somemore.
It’s the one element of an experience that will give me chills of emotion, or send my mind down the rabbit hole of idle musings.
Climbing is like weaving a dream catcher. Sunrises, gear, flowers, granite, friends, dirt, blood, laughter and fear, all rolled into one culminating experience.
Push yourself, push your partners, preach self-improvement, never settle, and find true meaning in your life.
Live extreme, or “intensely”
Find the unison of music and nature. Soulfood.Never ending nourishment.
Lofty dreams build like clouds in the minds of climbers. We chase aspirations of high mountaintops, and from each new layer of personal growth is sown into the collective field of our experience.