24 January 2012

Maxwell Pass

A nice few hours of solitude on snow -- a commodity lacking in the Rocky Mountains for much of the winter so far.

21 November 2011

Shoulda Brought The Crampons

Dear Snow,

Colorado is beautiful this time of year. Please come visit.

XOXO
Ryan





The same gully on Mt Machebeuf in fluffier times:





Started getting dicey for La Perita. Lucy started whining. Need to get her little doggie crampons!





Obligatory Self-Port. Squinting from imaginary snow. The seasonal beard is coming in nicely.


Might have to tackle this couloir next weekend on Grizzly Peak. (Imagine a really cool forking couloir)


Of course no trip to the mountains is complete without stopping at Two Brothers Deli in Idaho Springs. Nomnomnom!

Green chili in a bread bowl. Party in my stummy.

22 September 2011

Sandstone Sojourn

The bustle of everyday life can excuse my absence. West the soul points and follow its wake we will.

Four days unplugged. Four days liberated from deadlines, tweets, emails and bogging down from the mundane.

This palisade shall be my sentinel while I await for the stars to reveal themselves in impossible numbers.


Over a bend on the river shall I rest my head.


Around several corners and with wandering eyes, the humble glory of the desert appears. Corona Arch with a neighboring natural bridge. We spotted two more natural bridges that day.


If you're patient you can find many messages from people past.




The way continued upward. Yet the sun was unrelenting. Lucy took the lead & I soon followed with a siesta in the shade.


A reminder that life is but a balancing act.


A nondescript vantage to watch the river lugubriously slide by.


A blaze to celebrate another passing of a year in life.


We often walk by without noticing the intricate beauty that surrounds us.


Fever struck, sickness crept in. A rest in the high desert, shied away from passing eyes. The migration west continued until the road was out. We scampered and picked our way around and over the sandstone mushrooms until we looked down upon the unattainable oasis of the Green River at Mineral Bottom


We backtracked upriver to the valley of giant mud castles. Around we wandered and climbed in the Fisher Towers.






Silent yet steady, this snag still stubbornly clings on after death has stripped it of life.