2015 Toyota FJ Summit

My buddy, David Shumate, called me up earlier this summer and asked if I would want to join him in Ouray, CO for the 2015 Toyota FJ Summit. Before really knowing what it was I said yes. Why not? Turned out to be a blast.

Nathan Clark’s 4Runner splashes through a creek on the Engineer’s Pass loop

We met up with a group of FJ’s driving out of Denver and went as a convoy on US285.



There was a blackhawk doing exercises at the Buena Vista Airport, and a massive YoungLife group was hiking at Cottonwood Pass. They had a mascot.

Cottonwood Pass

All the FJ’s

Denver Caravan Group Shot

Dave and I decided to take a detour and look down into Black Canyon of Gunnison. Worthwhile detour.

Dave airs down his tires for the trail. 

I was at this spot in January climbing Gravity’s Rainbow with Vincent Keller. Awesome to see this area in the summer time. 

They were all staring at me as I clung to a rock with one hand and took photos

4Runner group shot at an old mine. 

I stood on this Land Cruiser to get the previous shot. 

We went into a small abandoned mining town that has several of the building still standing.

We drove out through Silverton, got lunch and prepared to go through Ophir Pass to get to Telluride. Nathan decided to drive through the creek “just for shits” and Dave followed. A crossing and climb that normally would have not been an issue, something went wrong on Dave’s 4Runner. As soon as he started the climb, “clank clank clank”. He could not get the rear wheels to engage. He tried to back it up, but the wheels locked. We were stuck in the water. Nathan winched Dave’s 4Runner back on the shore, but obviously the truck was not going to go anywhere. He had sheered off the gears in his 3rd member on the rear axle. 

It took a while to come up with a plan. Only one of us had cell phone service, spotty at best. There was not much I could do to help, so I got in Gary and Joe’s 4Runner, and we went back to Ouray in search of a trailer. Nathan, family, and David went back to Silverton to wait for a tow truck. It only took 5 hours to come. 
Dave and I didn’t really get much off-roading in after this. His truck in the shop, we jumped in with Gary and Joe and drove to Telluride for the day. We took a beautiful road up through aspens and to this point above Telluride. 

We take Ophir Pass back to Ouray.

Nathan playing in the snow at Ophir Pass

Off-roading was a blast, and I had a ton of fun hanging out of David’s 4Runner to get the shots.

Dave’s 4Runner is repaired and ready to make the trek back to Indiana.

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Buffalo Creek Mountain Biking

I’ve stayed away from mountain biking because it’s just one-more-thing-to-spend-all-my-money-on (Kayaking, skydiving, surfing, scuba diving, curling – all things that fall into this category). But with a recent climbing injury to my shoulder I thought I was try some cross training, thought it turns out mountain biking isn’t very good for resting an injured shoulder, but it’s addicting!

Before this weekend I had ridden real mountain bike trails maybe four times in my life. I knew I would enjoy it, but the consequences of falling also kept me wary. I took what I thought was a small fall while riding down Lookout Mountain a few years ago, but when I reached the bottom a huge chunk of my helmet was gone. It really put into perspective how close we really take it.

My roommate just restored a Gary Fisher hardtail that he bought at a thrift store for $20. Turns out it’s a pretty awesome bike!  I rode some Boulder Open Space trails Friday and was hooked immediately. Saturday I went with my friend Lee France to Buffalo Creek in the South Platte area in Central Colorado.

The trails there are a nice contrast to the super rocky trails in the open space. The hardtail bruised my bottom – kind of accentuated the “need” for a full suspension. The Buffalo Creek trails are a bit more flowy, smoother and less rough, but still a lot of fun to rip down.

Side note: My Sony A6000 has been held hostage by the warranty repair company for almost 4 months now. I put my Rokinon 12mm Lens on Lee’s A6000’s. It was so nice having such a great camera for shooting action sports in such a small package. Secured on my backpack with my Peak Design Capture! 

Jansport Outdoor Lifestyle Shoot

A bit over a year ago I did a lifestyle shoot for Jansport’s outdoor line of backpacks. I finally made it through the 8000 images I took over two days and edited a few to add to my portfolio. It was such a fun crew to work with at a beautiful location (Mount Tamalpais in Marin County, CA). I hope you enjoy.

This couple was making out on the beach behind the shoot. Anthony thought it pretty funny. 


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Bandelier National Monument Road Trip

The month of May was incredibly rainy for Colorado. For a state that typically has 300+ days of sunshine a year, an entire month that it rains almost everyday is pretty rare and infuriating. We’re here for the sun! There was very little outdoor activity we could enjoy during this month, and I was feeling quite cooped up. I decided to chase the sun.

We decided to go to Bandelier National Monument in New Mexico, near Los Alamos. There was camping, hiking, and a bit of climbing to do there. And there was sun!

Bandelier National Monument is a valley with Pueblo cliff dwellings carved into the conglomerate rock walls. It’s pretty amazing to see how this culture made there homes.

Our campsite at the Juniper Campground was quite nice, and Greta making racks of lamb, steaks, asparagus, etc over the fire made it even better.

Greta’s brother, Lars, and I wanted to go climbing and found there was a crag just outside of White Rock. The parking lot is basically still in town, you walk 10 minutes out a rocky spine and down to the cliff and there are 70+ routes in volcanic basalt with an amazing view over the Rio Grande.

 The sport climbing was quite sandbagged, but the trad was very fun. Not quite a destination for climbing, but a great thing to do while you’re there.

On the hike out Lars let out quite the scream. We thought he’d fallen into a cactus. He’d found himself a friend.

We climbed our way around the rattler, but I had to go back and take photos. Unfortunately he didn’t want to pose for me.

We hiked from our campsite to Bandelier and went to the Alcove House. You have to climb up a couple hundred feet and several very tall ladders to get up to see this Pueblo structure. They speculate that someone used this for weaving since they found a loom inside. Why someone would climb all the way up here just to weave is beyond me though.

We stayed at a very nice AirBnB in Sante Fe, went and looked at art, and seriously thought about buying a piece from Eric Boyer, who makes incredible steel mesh sculptures. The crazy amount of detail that are in the sculptures is amazing, but it’s even better when you see the shadows the pieces produce when a light is shined through them. The shadow looks almost like an intricate charcoal drawing.

On the drive home from Sante Fe I missed a turn and stayed on US 84 too long. By the time I figured it out it was too late to turn back. This was a great mistake. If you have a chance to drive between Sante Fe, NM and Alamosa, CO take CO/NM 17 and US 84 from Chama. It’s a spectacular drive. Here are a few of the views.

There’s a steam engine train that runs from Antonito, CO and Chama, NM

I love to travel, and my favorite part is probably stumbling onto something you didn’t mean to. That’s part of the reason I don’t like making exact plans, I like to see what I can stumble upon. 

Vedauwoo – My New Weekend Destination

When it’s too hot in Boulder to climb outside, head to Vedauwoo, WY. It’s a little over 2hrs away, and it’s a great escape from the overcrowded crags in the Front Range. And you leave feeling like you’ve accomplished something – or just with sore muscles and tattered clothes.

I went back this weekend with Alex & Vincent. We attacked some great lines on Saturday:
~Middle Parallels Space – a fun 5.9 with a crux down low and a 5.7 chimney with a hand-to-offwidth crack for protection. The anchors are placed in an odd spot on a pillar, thought.
~Friday the 13th – Alex sent this 5.10a (heavily sandbagged) with much more ease than on my first lead. The greasy top of the crack pumps you out. Vincent worked on the second pitch, a short but powerful 5.11a out a roof.
~Hesitation Blues – A pretty stout 1st pitch of 5.11b. The second pitch looks so inviting, but the continued rating of 11b and our current state of being worked caused us to hesitate, then have the blues.
-Mother #1 – According to Alex, “The world’s hardest 5.7”. I would have to agree. An offwidth that is a struggle all of the way up.

Alex figures out the gear on Middle Parallels Space 

Vincent turned my camera on me giving Friday the 13th a send attempt. 

Using my head for balance

Since the weather was calling for a clear night, I decided to not set up my tent and sleep under the stars. I woke up to an amazing show of the milky way, but couldn’t convince myself to get out of bed to get my camera. Again I awoke, just as the sun was starting to come up to something scampering up my chest. With my hands in my sleeping bag I just pounded out on the bag, and looked up to see a chipmunk doing backflips through the air! The visual is still cracking me up.

Someone built this cairn in a cairn near our campsite

 Sunday we decided to try somewhere new. On top of the main area, where there are classics like Edward’s Crack, sits Hassler’s Hatbox with the iconic Lucile 5.12d/13a. We scrambled up the backside of the main area through a maze of fallen boulders – over, under, and squeezed through. Despite being in the baking sun, we found some great moderate and not so moderate lines.

~Cat’s Cradle –  5.8+ A very hard 5.8. The start is a chimney to an offwidth. Traverse a ledge to a very awkward and hard move off a ledge, into a handcrack that varies from perfect hands to off-fists (too big for fists – very hard size for me)
~Hassler’s Hatbox – 5.6/7 A very fun moderate with some kick. I was happy to have a 4 and a 5 camalot for the bottom, but the top section takes finger size gear. Do this route! My personal opinion on the rating, 5.8/8+
~The Best of the Blues – 5.10 that sits below the iconic Lucille (5.12d – which looks heinous). The first slab move is unprotected, but you get into a fun moderate chimney and handcrack up to a roof. The roof goes from cupped hands to off-fists and is very difficult to pull the bulge as a pure crack climb. Get your sport climbing skills on and lie-back and crimp up the bulge, and then sit on the duck.

Alex works his way up the start of Cat’s Cradle

Just after the crux of Cat’s Cradle, Alex looking for gear. The views from Hassler’s Hatbox were incredible! 

Vincent took this photo of me figuring out the crux. I think I tried every combination of orientations before one finally got me off the ledge. 
Vincent finally get’s a piece in on a hard slab move start to Best of the Blues, a bit of a one move wonder 5.10. 

Vincent kisses the duck

Vincent belays Alex up through the crux of Best of the Blues
The view from Hassler’s Hatbox.

As always, the Voo did not disapoint, and we had a great trip. Ripped some clothes. Shed some blood. And left sore in places we did not know could be sore. Till next time.

Shoot the Work You Want to Do – Urban Running with Annie

Rarely will a creative director hire you [a photographer] to shoot a project in which you have zero experience. You have to create the portfolio for the work you want to be paid for. This means you must do personal projects, it should be one of the most important parts of your portfolio. You get to bring your vision to life and really showcase what you can really do.

I had wanted to shoot with Annie for a long time, but our schedules hadn’t lined up. Finally last week it all came together for an amazing shoot. I had ideas in my head for shots I wanted in my portfolio, and these came out better than I imagined.  Thanks to Annie for being incredibly easy to work with and Ladd Forde for assisting.

Crack Climbing in Vedauwoo, WY

Spent the weekend in Vedauwoo with some great guys climbing some sharp granite crack.

Vincent working hard placing pro on the first pitch of Friday the 13th, a fantastic 5.10a (sandbagged) hand crack with a greasy finish.

Hanging out above the trees, Vincent looks for a placement on Captain Nemo. 

Alex Vidal, Vincent Keller and I at the 1st pitch anchors of Captain Nemo before I embark on the 10d traverse.

I’m all smiles before the holds run out on the 2nd pitch of Captain Nemo

The sunset was one of the most spectacular shows I’ve seen. 

We were surrounded by storms on three sides with lightning streaking through the sky, but we had nothing but spectacular weather. I slept out under the stars both nights. 
The sunset reflecting off a cumulonimbus storm cloud. 

Vincent prepping his tape glove for the day. 

Vedauwoo reminds me up Hampi in southern India. I want to go back! 

A Full Moon Ski in June

Tuesday night I was invited to join a group of friends from Golden, Colorado on a full moon tour of Loveland Ski Area. We left Golden around 9:30pm and started skinning uphill around 11pm, after a brief encounter with an agro security guard.

Most of the snow had been chopped up by what looked like 1,000 snowmobiles, and had refrozen into a sea of rock-hard rough tracks – not the most pleasant conditions. Up high, the untouched snow was also rock hard, but it was at least fun to skate on.

The full moon illuminated the entire mountain range and the bright stars filled the endless sky. We reached the hut at the top of Chair 2, drank a beer, and descended, mostly without incident. The snowmobile and snow-cat tracks took some navigation to get through and rivers flowed where trails once were. But carrying our skis through the mud at the base area of Loveland, we shared nothing but laughter and stoke.

What can you wear when skinning in June but jorts? 

The view from the top makes any bit of suffering uphill worth it

Monochrome New Orleans

A few weeks ago I went to New Orleans for a commercial photoshoot and couldn’t resist shooting around the city (and far south coastline). New Orleans is an incredibly colorful city, but there’s something about the contrast that black and white provides that really highlights so much about the city.

Hotdog vendor

My assistant, Photographer Luis Carducci

Music was everywhere and the street musicians incredible. 

I drove south to Grand Isle to get a few hours with the ocean. 

Check out the next post for New Orleans in Color. 

Quick Trip to Great Sand Dunes National Park

Things have been incredibly busy lately, which is great! I’m enjoying this year immensely with a good mix of work and play. Big things are coming!

After wrapping a big shoot on Thursday, I took off Friday to the Great Sand Dunes National Park – one of my favorite places in Colorado. I already can’t wait to go back. 
Hopefully I will have time to post more of the photos here soon. I have a huge backlog of posts to do since February.  Thanks for your patience. 

Thinking in Black & White

Since winter has returned to Colorado and snow is covering much of the landscape I’ve really started thinking in black and white. It helps that on overcast, snowy days, the landscape tends to be a bit monochromatic.

It seems like it’s been a long time since I’ve tried to really intentionally create art. I love the action photography that I do, but it’s not always…art. With my tiny Sony A6000 and my new Rokinon 12mm F/2 lens (super sharp! I’m really excited I bought it) I’ve been inspired to carry my camera more places. The saying is true, the most valuable camera is the camera you have with you.

A couple weekends ago I went on a solo tour of East Portal. It was right before new snow was coming into Colorado and I wanted to go up higher toward the Continental Divide than I’d been before to try and see a couloir a buddy skied a few days earlier.  I don’t go out solo often, but I had a great tour and took some time to take photographs.

The couloir Eric skied was somewhere in that cloud. 

The highpoint of my tour

 After my ski tour I had some time before I had to be back in Boulder, so I made a concious effort to stop and take photos along the road.

I drive passed this old school house every time I go skiing at East Portal. I finally stopped to capture it in a snowstorm.  And of course, with the bright yellow, I had to present it in color. 

Boulder Creek had some very interesting shapes after the new snow. 

I tried this one in black and white, and it seems so much stronger in color. What do you think? 

I stopped on the Colorado University campus that was beautiful in the dumping snow.

The next day I went snowshoeing with my friend Greta up near Nederland. Boulder Canyon was closed because a semi had jackknifed, so we took Coal Creek Canyon. It was a great choice.

Greta enjoying snowshoeing. 

Then some random black & whites from the last few months.

The Brainard Lake zone has some fantastic skiing, but a long approach. 

I skied the couloir in the center-left of this image with Eric Poore on an extremely warm June-ary 

A tree being blasted by the wind, the shoreline of the Barker Reservoir encased in ice from the spray off the waves, near Nederland, CO.

I hope you enjoyed my new work. Most of these will be available for print on my printshop at FineArtAmerica.com 

Ice Climbing in Cody, WY’s South Fork

I’ve had a pretty fantastic ice climbing season so far this winter. Definitely my best yet, with over 22 days on the sharp and and sends of classics like The Squid, The Fang, and Joy After Pain. I’ve been mentally transitioning to ski mode over the last month or so, but still had some great climbing days. Two weeks after returning from Ouray, Alex Vidal, Vincent Keller and I decided to jump back in the car and drive the 8hrs to Cody, WY.

I went the same weekend the year before and had an awesome time. I was excited to go back. After arriving at 1am to our hotel, we got up at 5am to make the most of our 3 days in Wyoming. It takes about an hour to get from town to the parking area for many of the South Fork climbs. We crossed the Shoshone River just as dawn was breaking. There was a lot less water in the river than last year, but the temperatures were warmer and the ice seemed a little suspect.

Preparing to cross the Shoshone River at dawn 

Just after I said, “We should go one at a time, this ice looks thin.” I took one more step and the ice collapsed beneath me. I fell into the river above my waist, my torso landed on the ice in front of me. I kicked as hard and as fast as I could and made it back onto solid ice in a matter of seconds. On the outside I was drenched, but only a bit of water got inside my pants and boots, mostly through my open pocket. Technical clothing, we wear it for a reason. Without it my day would have been over and I would have been in grave danger of hypothermia. Instead, I had a little water in my boots and I climbed for the rest of the day. (Note: all photos from Mean Green are from my or Vincent’s phone / Instagram. I had a very dead battery on my Sony)

Left: Vincent got a shot of me dripping as soon as I got out of the river. Middle: A mountain lion print as big as Vincent’s hand. Right: Vincent and Alex returning back across the river on much more solid ice (Photos from Instagram)

 We discussed if we should go back, but I really wasn’t feeling very wet and said we should continue. We found the trail on the south side of the river and started following it.

It became clear we were not the only ones to take the trail that morning…a mountain lion’s tracks, with paws as big as Vincent’s hand, were following a deer’s tracks. The prints were quite fresh and the brush around the trail was perfect for a cat to wonder through undetected. We were on full alert for the 1/2 mile the tracks continued along the trail.

We finally reached our objective, Mean Green (WI5). The first pitch is 65 meters of fun 4 climbing to a shelf. When I reached the base of the 2nd pitch I felt like I could easily combine it with the first pitch on 70m ropes. Vincent and Alex were already tied in and started to simul-climb when the rope ran out (I was leading while they climbed below me. If had fallen, I would be caught by their weight and vice versa). The top of the 2nd WI4+ pitch was quite thin and snow had corniced badly over the exit. It took me at least 10 minutes to clear a hole in the cornice to reach the top of the falls, and no where was there good protection. Once I topped out I saw that the anchors were still another 40 feet away. I could only move as fast as Vincent and Alex were climbing, so I crawled, shoving my ice tools as deep into the snow, hoping they might catch something if one of my followers happened to fall. I was quite thankful when I attached myself to the anchor and put Vincent and Alex on belay.

Left: Alex approaches the first pitch of Mean Green Middle: Vincent leads pitch 3. Right: Alex tops out on pitch  3

The third pitch was a 30 meter 4+ that was quite thin at the top, which Vincent led. I followed up the column and posted up on the lip to take some photos of Alex Climbing.

We wallowed for a while to get to the 40 meter pitch 4, the crux WI5 pitch. The bottom half was steep then if slabbed out at the top.

From the anchor I could just make out the top of pitches 6&7, combined total of 85m of WI3-3+ climbing. From what I could see it was another 200+m wallow through waist deep snow to get to a snow covered slab – not the most enticing prospect.  It was probably an hour and half till dark and I didn’t want to have to find our way out after that, so we elected to descend after pitch 4.

Left: a “bomber” screw Middle: Alex is pretty excited to be the “fat kid” and descend first Right: The Shoshone River  

The rappel from pitch 3’s anchors were off some tat rapped around a tiny tree and equalized with more tat stuck in the frozen mud. Pretty confidence inspiring. Alex decided to put in the “bomber” screw (above) in a couple inches of ice.

The sun had been out all day blasting the ice on the river. We got back to the point where I had fallen in and the ice was even less thick. Up river a few hundred feet we found a very nice ice bridge to cross.

Waking up at “Oh dark thirty” again we get to the parking lot for Joy After Pain well before sunrise. I had been to Joy After Pain exactly a year before, climbing with Asa Firestone and Michael Goodhue. Asa & Michael led the harder pitches, but we didn’t get to “The Joy”, the last WI5+ pitch. I was excited to lead the hard pitches and climb the Joy!

Approaching the first pitch, it looked considerably thinner than it did last year. The base was barely touching down. And on closer inspection, the ice on climbers right was extremely suspect. There was a lone pillar that barely touched down in the middle. The ice above the pillar was clearly the best option for the climb, but that meant ascending a pillar six inches in diameter at the base!

As soon as I stepped up to climb the separated base section fell over. I lightly hooked my tools, did a pull up, gently set my right crampon point on a small feature, and wrapped my left leg around the pillar, realizing why people climb with heal spurs. I repeated for another 2 moves then was on slightly more solid ice. I didn’t want to place my first screw until I was at the point the ice met the rock. 
Left: the tenuous start to Joy After Pain Right: An overview of the first and second pitches. 

The bottom half of the almost 200m first pitch was slightly overhanging, getting my arms quite pumped. The top half angles back, putting most of the weight off your arms and onto your legs, which causes your calves to get pumped. I was happy to a V-thread anchor at the base of the 2nd pitch.

Cautionary tale: Check your knots!

Alex started following me up the Pain, and after only a little bit began yelling strange requests. “Slack!! Give me Slack! Hold up! Alright, On you!” I couldn’t see what was happening. Just after Alex had gotten above the pillar, he looked down to see that he had not finished his figure 8 knot.  He had placed a screw and gone direct to that to retie his knot. Definitely a wake-up for all of us.

Collage of a bunch of photos showing Vincent leading pitch 2 of Joy After Pain

Vincent’s first WI5 lead, the 2nd pitch of Joy After Pain

Vincent took on pitch 2, his first time leading WI5. Having just started ice climbing in November, its amazing seeing him progress so fast.

More snow wallowing – kind of the story of our trip. Makes you appreciate the vertical ice pitches in Ouray.

Pitch 3 is a WI3/snow climb up a small gully that leads to pitch four, 40m WI3+/5 (depending on where you climbed).

We wallowed some more to get to the final pitch of Joy After Pain, otherwise known as The Joy. There was a short 30ft steep WI5 section leads to a large shelf before the meat of the climb. Vincent and I decide to solo it to speed things up since it was getting late in the day. So not only did Vincent lead his first WI5, he also soloed his first WI5.

Alex is excited about the rope mess as I tie into the other rope.  Vincent took my camera and had fun documenting the climb

I take on the Joy! Steep, overhanging and largely featured WI5+ climbing. Shot by Vincent

I found a no-hands kneebar to shake out the pump.  Shot by Vincent

Shot by Vincent

I was psyched to have sent this climb that felt very hard last year (and we didn’t even finish it). The Joy After Pain – and incredibly classic climb. (We also didn’t get lost on the hike out, like we did last year).

Our last day in Cody we decided to climb The Schoolhouse Route, a popular route on the north side of the South Fork. The approach is one of my favorites, climbing small ice rollers and falls through a very narrow gorge following a creek bed for about an hour.

Alex on the approach to the Schoolhouse Route as the sun rises over the southern peaks. 

Vincent racks up to lead the first pitch

It was nice to climb in the sun for once. Much of ice climbing is trying to avoid the sun for the healthiest ice. This climb gets a bit of sun in the morning but mostly stays shaded. Vincent led the first pitch and Alex and I simul-climbed to save time. We got to the anchor and debated going to the 2nd pitch. None of us were feeling particularly motivated. But we decided to wallow for a bit and see what it looked like.

The 2nd pitch is usually in WI4 condition, but this year it was quite steep and wet, definitely at least WI5-.

Photo of me topping out the 2nd pitch. Shot by Vincent

Vincent rappelling the 2nd pitch

All of us were ready to be on our way back to Boulder, exhausted after 3 long days of climbing. We hurried down the drainage and got back to the car in roughly 20 minutes from the base of the 1st pitch. We kept our crampons on because we had to down climb some of the small rollers of ice. But I found out why you shouldn’t hurry with crampons on. While moving quickly to keep up with Alex and Vincent and stepped off the path and my left leg postholed up to my knee in snow. My right cramponed foot kept swinging at full speed and connected with the back of my calf. At first I thought I’d just given myself a good charlie horse and kept running downhill. It hurt, but I was still able to walk. When I got to the car, I took off my boots and jumped in the car. 10 minutes later I stopped to take some photos of the landscape.

When I jumped out of the car, my left leg almost collapsed. I couldn’t put any weight on it. I pulled up my pants to find a hole in my calf spitting out blood. I had stabbed myself quite handily with the front point of my crampon. According to the size of the hole in my pants and leg, the majority of the front point entered my leg. For reference, this is what that looks like.

It kept bleeding for around 4 hours and I debated asking Vincent to stop at a clinic on our drive home, but really, in most of backcountry Wyoming, there’s not much in the way of emergency clinics. I got back to Boulder, got a tetnus shot, and it healed quite well.

Fun times. Start the trip by falling into a frozen river and end it by stabbing myself with a crampon. At least I know I’m a clutz.

Wyoming sunsets

This truck was very overloaded, with the sleds sticking out quite far on both sides of the bed. The driver turned on the brights when he saw me sticking my head out of the sunroof to take this photo. 

The climbing in Cody is incredible, and there is so much more to explore. Definitely excited to return next year. There are plenty of routes to climb without repeating any again, but that’s one thing I love about ice climbing, each time you climb the same route it is a different climb. A great trip with great friends. 

Ouray Ice Climbing New Years!

New Years in Ouray this year was fantastic. Great climbing with awesome people. 
The Avalanche break on US 550 near Red Mountain Pass and peaks near Telluride – from my Instagram

Ouray is known for the Ice Climbing Park, a very narrow canyon with farmed ice with every varying degree of difficulty on ice and mixed climbing you could ask for. I started climbing ice here three years ago at the Ouray Ice Fest, but until this last trip I had never climbed the outstanding ice routes in the “backcountry” around Ouray. I tried to make up for that on this trip.

The view of Eureka from Whorehouse

There were six of us that went to climb Whorehouse in Eureka, outside of Silverton. Six is too many. I decided to let the other three get an hour headstart. Vincent, Karim and I hung out in the sun until we thought the first group would be most of the way up the first pitch of the climb. We arrive and the leader is only a few feet off the ground.  They took the left line, a WI4 to a short steep section. I checked out the right side: thin plate of hollow candy ice over cauliflower to overhanging and/or steep WI5 climbing. Sure, who needs a warm up?

We brought along Karim Iliya, a photographer from Hawaii who had never swung an ice tool before. But he’s pretty amazing at taking underwater and star photographs. Check out his work at www.karimphotography.com. I didn’t take any photos of the first pitch, I started climbing right away. Karim was running around like a kid in a candy store taking photos of anything and everything.

This was one of the more nerveracking climbs I’ve done. The ice was very vocal, the whole pillar groaning and growling as I climbed. Huge booms reverberated through the frozen waterfall that I only later figured out was avalanche blasting at the Silverton Ski Resort, and not the waterfall threatening to come down with me on it. I climbed fast and placed few screws. The less screws I place the faster I can get to the top. Vincent noticed a long fracture through the top 1/3 of the climb that either happened after I climbed it or I was climbing too quickly and concentrating too hard to notice.

Kristin topping out after being berated with ice 

Vincent comes down from Pitch 2

The second pitch was an easy cruise up a snow covered WI3 that lead to a fun and featured 50m WI4. The top was slightly scary. I broke through the candy shell ice, exposing that it wasn’t actually connected to the wall. In fact, it was roughly five feet away from the wall and I could stick my head through the hole and see almost all the way to the bottom of the falls.

Day 2
Vincent and I decided to climb the 7 pitch WI5/M6 classic Bird Brain Boulevard as our second of the trip. Looking at the extremely narrow chute from the parking lot is pretty intimidating. We crossed the snowfield, following faint footprints in the snow, but eventually they disappeared in avalanche debris from The Ribbon. We found ourselves wallowing through waist deep powder, debating whether we could make it to the base of the climb. Swapping leads back and forth we finally make it to base of the gully leading to the chute.

Vincent soloing up the gully, dry tooling on loose snow covered rocks 

We soloed the WI3 first pitch which is more correctly a snow climb, with only a very little bit of ice below the giant chalkstone that lumbers over the belay for pitch 2.

The bus sized chalkstone above the 2nd pitch belay

The chalkstone hovers over a soloing Vincent. 

I took the lead on the second M5 pitch, which was almost completely void of ice, using a mixture of chimneying and drytooling to ascend, finding a few sketchy trad placements. I had never really climbed anything like this and sufficiently scared myself. I was happy to hammer in a piton for an anchor to belay Vincent up.

Vincent took this of shot of the 2nd pitch before he climbed

Vincent started climbing ice in November and has advanced extremely quickly. So why not lead your first pitch on a Colorado classic WI4/M5 pitch with sketchy gear? 
Vincent lassos the hollow pillar before attacking the M5 roof sections. 

I linked the 4th and 5th pitches together, a mixture of steep WI5 ice and weird dry tooling. After hammering in another pecker (piton) for an anchor to belay Vincent I realized it was about 30 minutes till dark and we should think about bailing before the last two pitches. I saw some trees climber’s left of the gully we were in that Vincent might be able to climb over to while I had him on belay. He ended up doing a sketchy 30-40 ft traverse with a wild swing potential, only finding gear a few feet above the rapping anchor. I had to downclimb 25 or so feet of WI4 to get to the traverse, climbing in full dark. It took 5 rappels and almost 3 hours to get back on the ground.

I would definitely like to finish Bird Brain Boulevard, but what we did was definitely one of the more adventurous climbs I’ve done.

Days 3-4
We decided to ski because of some incoming snow. See my previous post, Skiing in the San Juans

Day 5
Vincent and I had to convince two other guys in the cabin we were staying in that we had called Gravity’s Rainbow (WI5) first (AKA the night before).  You can see the climb from US 550, and apparently it doesn’t always come in. The approach is short, but you better get there early to beat the sun.

Vincent leading the first pitch of Gravity’s Rainbow

The 4- first pitch climbed really well, and Vincent took his 2nd ice lead. He couldn’t find the belay anchors and ending up building a screw anchor in less than ideal ice. The 2nd pitch was a quick run up WI 4 to bolted anchors.

Topping out the 2nd pitch. If we’d had a 70m rope we could have done this in one pitch pretty easily. 

The start of the last pitch was very thin and super wet so I opted to do a sketchy traverse out to a short WI5 curtain, not placing any gear so rope drag was not atrocious, and traversing back on M3 rock. The main section was a 40 or 50 ft WI5 climb that was still quite wet, but good ice.

Panorama view from the final Anchor south towards Red Mountain Pass & Silverton

Just before I was about to rappel I fumble my Sony A6000 camera. “No! No no no no no!” It landed in the snow below the anchor and started sliding, agonizingly slow, towards the edge of the falls. I was attached to the anchor and could do nothing but hope that it miraculously stopped. I saw the small black package disappear. I just imagined it bouncing off the ice, smashing into bits on the rock below the 3rd pitch, and landing, unretrievable, in the powder snow 400+ feet below. I freaked out less than I thought I would.

We rappelled down the climb, passing a team climbing up behind us. I asked the leader if he saw anything flying down past him besides ice. He had been too concentrated on climbing to notice. I reach the bottom where the belayer is about to start simoclimbing, so the leader can reach the 2nd belay in one pitch.

“Did you see a small black package come flying down the route?”

“I did! it buried itself in the snow about 20 feet back.”

I uncovered all the indentations made by falling ice in the area he told me, and after a few minutes of digging came across my poor little A6000. The case had come off, the flash had been popped out (not broken), and it was covered in snow. I anxiously turned it on. The screen worked, the viewfinder worked, the lens, worked. Amazingly I had dropped my camera 400+ feet and it came out relatively unscathed! Immediately the shutter dial would not work, but after the camera had dried off it seemed to work fine.

I took this with my Sony A6000 that had just been recovered from dropping 400+ feet down an ice climb! 

On the Left: Vincent captures me climbing the last pitch of Gravity’s Rainbow. On the right, overview shot from my phone on the walk out. 

Some Instagram photos from the trip. the Ophir Post Office. The view from our first cabin (we might have gotten kicked out of for having too many people) and New Years Eve fireworks in Ouray

Vincent took the lead on the first pitch of Ames Ice Hose

Day 6 I skied again at Red Mountain Pass

Day 7: Ames Ice Hose
Driving south from Telluride about 10 miles you see a long ice climb on the right side of the road. This is Ames Ice Hose, a definite Colorado classic. And our Epic.

We got to the base of the climb just as two teams were coming up the gully below us. A popular route! Vincent leads the first 120ft WI4+ pitch to a set of bolted anchors. The 2nd pitch went up a steep and narrow WI5 gully. I ended up chimneying a bit off the rock.

Vincent coming up the narrow gully of the 2nd pitch

Looking up at the 3rd pitch, it looked like quite nice WI4+ climbing. It was a lot longer than it looked; 200ft of steep, unrelenting fresh Water Ice. I was surprised how pumped I got on this one, I typically and quite good at controlling my forearm pump. Overall the route climbed great! I was psyched to get another Colorado classic!

I was the rope gun, Vincent carried our second rope over 500ft. 

From the top of the Ames Ice hose looking down over 500ft. 

Where’s the epic? Wait for it.

On our first rappel we made it to a set of anchors between the 1st and 2nd pitch (allows you to climb the route in 2 pitches with a 70m rope). I had to downclimb a bit from the ends of my 60m ropes after stretching to attach my personal anchor system to the bolts. Vincent joined me at the rappel station and we pulled the rope – or tried to. It would not budge. We looked at the photos I took of Vincent at the belay to see if we were pulling the correct end of the rope. Indeed, “pull purple”. We both try pulling. We attached prusik knots and used the entirety of both our bodyweights to pull. A team that went to the 2nd pitch belay station above us tried pulling from a different angle. This rope was fully stuck.

Vincent at our cursed rappel station. We were hanging here for almost 2 hours. 

Team 3 starts up Pitch 2 (We’re still hopeful they’ll retrieve our ropes. 

–STOP READING IF YOU ARE BORED BY DETAILS–
The team above us decided to bail before the 3rd pitch. They rapped past us and said we could use their ropes to descend if we wanted to. They also asked party #3 if they would retrieve our stuck ropes. Team 3 said they’d pull our stuck ropes. We descended and waited for a while. Team 3 was making slow progress so we decided to go into Telluride and buy them some beers for their efforts. We hiked the hour out, drove 15 minutes to Telluride, found beer, and and drove back two hours after we left the climb. Team 3 was just starting pitch #3. We went back to Telluride for another two hours and came back, hiked the hour back to the climb, and the team was just rappelling off the final pitch.

Team 3 had failed to retrieve our ropes. They rapped on our stuck ropes instead of freeing ours and setting up their own ropes. When they tried to pull our ropes from the 2nd pitch belay, surprise surprise, our ropes were still stuck.

It was now 7pm and completely dark, and we were already supposed to be back in Boulder. We did not want to leave Ouray without our ropes, but we also didn’t want to re-climb the route in the dark. We debated what to do, but decided to walk the hour out, once again empty handed.

Luckily, our guide for skiing near Telluride lived nearby and had told us if we needed a place to crash he had plenty of couches. We needed somewhere to crash.

We had three options for getting our ropes back: 1. Reclimb the route – neither of us were psyched on this option. 2. Hike the ridge line and try to rap down to retrieve our rope – would take 2-3 hours of wading through waist deep powder. 3. Find a party of nice climbers who would be willing to attempt to retrieve our ropes from the route – the preferred method. We woke up before dawn to get to the parking lot to try and meet a party of climbers. Snow was nuking as we left Dave the Guide’s house; we worried that no climbers would be climbing Ames if it were snowing so hard.

We drove to the parking lot to find one truck covered with snow. It looked like it had been there a while and we were unsure whether it was actually a climber. I saw some faint footprints in the snow, so Vincent and I followed them till the disappeared. We ran almost halfway to the climb to see if we could cut the climbers off. All I found were my footprints from descending the night before.

We head into Telluride for a quick breakfast and go back to the face the climb, resigned to the idea of hiking the ridgeline. We were glad we brought snowshoes! We hike back up the trail, expecting a slog, but when we got to the old train tracks we found new footprints! Someone was on Ames Ice Hose! We rushed up to it to see if we could catch the climbers before they were too high to communicate with.

There were two climbing parties! The first team was just leaving the 1st pitch and we were able to ask them if they could pull our ropes. The 2nd team, Glen and Dave, became our companions for the next 5 hours (They ended up bailing off the 1st pitch because the route was showering water on them). Finally, our ropes were dropped! Vincent and I coiled two very frozen ropes and, for the 3rd time in two days, hiked out, ready to be back in Boulder.

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Our new friends, Glen and Dave, climb the first pitch of Ames Ice Hose.  The 2nd pitch goes up the narrow column on the right. 

Climbing ice in Ouray is amazing. I both love and hate that it’s so far away (6hrs) and I can’t wait to go back to finish off Bridal Veil, and hopefully a few more hard lines will be in. This ice season has been incredible!