Skiing in the San Juans

Over new years I spent a week in Ouray, CO, a little mountain town about an hour from Telluride that is famous with climbers for the amazing ice climbing in the area. I did go there mostly to ice climb, but I couldn’t resist bringing my skis.

The first day I skied with three snowboarders on snowshoes at Red Mountain Pass. I didn’t get as many laps as I wanted, but it was good to be on the skis. My camera somehow froze to my clip and I couldn’t get it off of my backpack, so I didn’t get any photos.

The next day we drove to Telluride and met Dave Chew, an engineer for Wagner Custom Skis who took us on an amazing ski tour straight out his front door! We climbed over 3,000 feet and were back by lunch.

Vincent sporting the snowshoe look. He now has a mighty fine AT ski set up and will no long have to suffer on the way up! 

Snowboard transitions will be a thing of the past

The views on the hike up kept getting better and better

Dave Chew charging up his backyard playground, something he does almost daily. I’m definitely jealous of this guy. 

Dave doing his usual, waiting for us “lowlanders”.

The views from our high point. Spectacular.

Vincent enjoy the view

Dave Chew crushing the downhill as well

Vincent can’t help but have a shit-eating grin

Dave Chew getting some airtime in his backyard

After a late night on New Years Eve in the bustling streets of Ouray, Andrew McLean and I get a late start and head to Red Mountain Pass again. There wasn’t really any new snow but the conditions were still pretty decent.

The McMillan Peak area has so many amazing looking yurts and cabins. Would definitely be fun to spend a few days back there.

The terrain is seemingly endless. 

Andrew remembering how to skin on his first day out of the season. (First day on a recovered ACL) 

I love the white stuff

An old mining building

Andrew rides out the steepest part of the couloir. It sluffed on me a bit, but was overall really nice conditions. 

Skiing out of the couloir with an audience in the parking lot.

I love the San Juans. I both wish they were closer to Boulder and am glad they are not. If they were any closer they’d be skied and climbed out like everything else in the Front Range, but then I would have better access to them. It’s good to have a destination to go to. I will definitely be back. 

Happy Holidays!

I guess it’s a bit late for that, but what the hell. It’s been a great year and I had a great holidays. I spent the week surrounding New Years ice climbing and skiing around Ouray (your-A), Colorado. It was an awesome vacation with some great friends. But I’m always excited to return to Boulder (I take that as a good sign I’m supposed to be here).

I took a short hike with a friend yesterday just outside of Boulder, on the north side. For some reason I rarely go to that side of town, but it’s quite beautiful.

A Moab Thanksgiving

I spent Thanksgiving with a couple friends in Moab, Utah climbing some stellar desert cracks. Perfect weather for four days of climbing!  

We had the best campsite! 
I’ve been trying to capture a Milky Way shot, somehow I’ve never done that. I think the moon was too bright this night. 
Along with Climbers, Moab was full of base jumpers and slack liners.
This is my view from my tent in the morning!

The Owl in Arches National Park. This was my first desert tower. Fun 5.8 climb! 
Self portrait from the summit of the Owl
Vincent leading the Owl

The view from the top of the Owl over Arches National Park
Vincent and Stefanie watching for the beta on the Devil’s Golf Ball before deciding to climb it
Vincent pulling through the C1 section on the Devil’s Golf Ball
We checked out The Windows for sunset

Vincent loving the perfect handcrack of The Naked and the Dead 5.10R. The top opens up into an awkward but stable offwidth. 

Moving into the offwidth
The last day we moved to Wall Street and climbed the best 5.9 crack climb I’ve lead, Flakes of Wrath. Five Stars and you can belay from your car!
The variation to the left is stellar too, but the crack dissipates into V3-4 face climbing with no protection. 

Stefanie snapped a shot of me leading Flakes of Wrath

New Print Shop! Just in Time for Christmas!

After many years of intending to do so, I have created a Print Shop for my art. You can now purchase prints directly from a website that allows you to pick the size, what it is printed on, and where it is shipped. Can’t figure out what to get Grandma for Christmas? Get her a canvas print!

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Prints are available on archival paper, canvas gallery wraps, acrylic gallery standouts, metal prints, matted and framed, as greeting cards, and phone cases.

Many of the photos on this new website have never been published or seen outside of my archives. They don’t really have a place on my portfolio website. I’m excited to give you the opportunity to print them for your walls. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

From now until January 1st, get 20% off  your order (does not apply to printing cost)!
Type in this code at checkout: JAVVDP

Colorado’s Great Sand Dunes National Park

I’ve wanted to go to the Colorado Great Sand Dunes National Park since I moved to Boulder 3 years ago (almost), but hadn’t had the opportunity. This past September my aunt, father, and sister were hiking a section of the Continental Divide Trail in Southern Colorado. My mother came from Indiana to watch my sister’s boys while the other adults were out on the trail. Mother insisted on seeing me since I was only six hours away. 

I was happy to finally see this beautiful spectacle. They’re the tallest sand dunes in North America. And they’re awesome. 

 

Note: All of these images are available for sale on my new Print Shop website, scott-clark.artistwebsites.com

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The Dunes cover 30 square miles and are stacked up against the Sangre de Cristo mountains. 

 

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Grains of Sand 

 

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Steam rises off of a lake in the San Luis Valley

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Panorama of the dunes as seen from the road entering the park. 

 

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The evening sun casts long shadows across Great Sand Dunes National Park, accentuating the sensual curves of the dunes.

 

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On the drive home up 285 I was watching a storm come through his valley near Buena Vista and had to stop to capture it. 

 

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It’s Snowing in Boulder!

Winter has finally arrived and hopefully it’s here. I’m in full on winter mode. Ice climbing Sunday, skiing and snowboarding Thursday, and I shot mixed climbing in Vail yesterday! So psyched for this season!

Driving to Golden as the sun came up Thursday, the Flatirons were on grand display.

On the way home the conditions were a bit less sunny.

I’ve lived in Boulder now for almost 3 years. I drive past this tree multiple times a month and I’ve wanted to photograph since I saw it the first time. I finally didn’t have to be back in Boulder for anything specific and took the time to stop. So glad I did!

And I stopped at the pull-off to photograph the Flatirons again.

I love having my Sony A6000 with me, I’m definitely more apt to use it since I carry it more often than my 5dMkiii.

If you’re interested any of these are available for print. I will be announcing my new Print Shop soon, but in the meantime, I will fill you in by email. 

Early Ice – Lincoln Falls

I got out on Sunday with two friends to swing my axes into some ice for the first time this season! It was a perfect day. I was a bit nervous because the forecast in Boulder was 74º and sunny, but up at 12,000 or so feet, Lincoln Falls was in great shape (despite what one commenter on MountainProject said, “There’s No Ice”).

Janette leading the WI4- section of Scottish Gully

From a distance Sickle on a Stick  (WI5) looked pretty thin, but the pillar was in good condition. Jeanette snapped this photo of me dropping off a large chunk of ice on the lead. 

Janette topping out on Sickle on a Stick. 

It was great getting into winter mode just as winter struck. Now it’s snowing and cold in Boulder! Psyched for winter this year!

Flying to Reno with My Dad

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Last New Years my dad came to Boulder to pick me up in his Vans RV10 that he’d spent the previous 8 years building in our garage. We were going to visit my sister who had just moved to Reno, NV. (My dad picked the call sign, N110SC. I like to think it stands for N110ScottClark, but it could be Steve Clark, Sandy Clark, or Sarah Clark. There’s a lot of SC)

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We flew just north of Longs Peak and the Diamond in Rocky Mountain National Park.

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Everything is super close when you fly. Made me want to invest in a helicopter. There were so many untouched bowls on the back side of the Indian Peaks Wilderness. Winterpark was 15 minutes away, Steamboat Springs only about 35 minutes.
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Steamboat Springs from above
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This is what the Inversion in Salt Lake looks like when flying through it. 
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Antelope Island in the Great Salt Lake
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Lake Tahoe in January with very little snow. We rented snowshoes and did not need them at all. 
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My sister hiking with my nephew, Sebastian
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On the flight back, the mountains with a light covering of snow. 
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Bingham Canyon Mine, a copper mine just outside of Salt Lake City, is a massive scar in the mountainside. It’s over half mile deep and 2.5 miles wide.
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The beautiful Wasatch Range 
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A lenticular cloud above the Indian Peaks in Central Colorado which typically equates to crazy wind patterns.

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We cruised over Rollinsville Pass with a massive tailwind, but surprisingly almost no turbulence. But just like waiting for the bass to drop in a dubstep song, on the other side of the pass the lift disappeared out from under us, and we dropped suddenly with the most violent turbulence I’ve ever felt. It was good to know that the thousands of rivets my dad had placed by hand held together, and we landed safely in Boulder a few moments later.
I always loved growing up flying with my dad. It had been a few years since I’d gotten that opportunity. I would love to get my license sometime in the future. It provides a different perspective for photography that you really cannot get any other way. Except for in a helicopter…which is really what I want. Starting a Buy Scott a Helicopter fund right now. Let me know if you’d like to contribute! 

Skiing in June – Mt Toll

I skied in June. 
Some people make it a goal to ski 12 months out of the year, which in Colorado is definitely possible. I maybe I’ll try to do this next year. But this was my first time skiing in June, and it was awesome. 
My buddy Alex Vidal invited me out with another friend to go on a early morning mission to Brainard Lake to ski Mt Toll, one of the snowy peaks easily seen from downtown Boulder. 

We start the drive well before sunrise and get to the Brainard Welcome Center just as the sun is coming up. There are a few other cars in the parking lot, but we don’t really see anyone else on the trail. The road to Brainard lake was still closed for a few more days so we brought our bikes to ride the 4 miles up the road.

A moose! 

These guys were always waiting for me. 

 I found out I was not in biking shape. Both of the others were on single speed bikes, just cruising up the hills. I, on my stiff tail converted commuter 21 speed bike, found myself walking several of the hills. My legs were done before we had even started. We got to the trailhead and switched our shoes out for ski boots and started skinning uphill. I had thought after the bike ride there would be no possible way to keep up, but funny thing, skiing uphill uses different muscles than biking. I have those muscles!

Middle June, bluebird day. It was quite warm going up hill. 

First views of Mt. Toll. We skied the left face off the peak. 

Debating our approach route. 

We skied uphill as long as we could. It eventually got too steep, and we had to boot pack. 

Alex at the summit

The sun baked snow gave us some high quality turns. Soft enough for great control, but not too slushy.  Views over the Indian Peaks were fantastic. 

Crazy hole in the snow over the creek.

This was the theme of the walk/ski back to the trailhead. 

I was absolutely exhausted (and quite a bit sick) when we got back to the trailhead. I was more than happy that I got to put my shoes back on and ride a bike downhill for four miles.

It’s now October. Arapaho Basin has already opened for the season. I’m really hoping this is the epic season some forecasters are predicting. I’m hoping to beat last year’s record of 21 days on the slopes. Need to start soon! 

Rifle Mountain Park with Jon Cardwell and Chelsea Rude

We stop in Rifle Mountain Park for some hard, limestone sport climbing for a couple of days. When I go to Rifle I feel like the weakest climber in the world. Typically I am the weakest climber I meet there. It’s incredibly humbling.

“I’m just working this 5.13c, it should go down pretty easily.”

“I just did all the moves on my first 5.14!”

“Can you get some shots of me on the 5.14 I just got the first ascent of?”

I didn’t climb much. I mostly hung uncomfortably from my harness and snapped photos while I lost all feeling in my legs. I shot Sarah and Chelsea Rude working Apocalypse ’91 (5.13b).

KNEEBARS! 

 

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Chelsea climbing on a 5.14a, Bride of Frankenstein I think? 

Jon Cardwell was working on Planet Garbage, a new link up that Matt Hong had gotten the first ascent of a couple weeks earlier. Jimmy Webb had broken off a huge hold since Hong’s send making the route seem impossible. But Jon tried a huge dyno past the broken hold off of a terrible looking sloper pinch. After a few attempts Jon stuck the move and declared that the route still goes. Jon eventually sent the route a couple weeks later.

Jon Cardwell holding on after a massive dyno on Planet Garbage, 5.14c? 

 I think I have climbed more trees while shooting with Jon and Chelsea than anywhere else. I climbed a skinny, unstable tree to secure a flash near the top. Gorillapods work great for this.

A couple weeks before Jon had gotten the first ascent on Nastalgie (5.14) in the Wasteland, and asked me to get some shots of him on it. 

Jon sticking the crux move of Nastalgie, 5.14

It was a great weekend in Rifle, but after two and half weeks on the road I was ready to return to Boulder. Love having a home I’m excited to return to. 
Quick free solo of the 2nd Flatiron.

Jumping in Twin Falls

After my road trip with Matt, Keith and Dan concluded in Salt Lake City, Utah, I jumped in a messy, “well lived in,” forest green Ford Explorer and headed back to Idaho with BASE Jumper and climber, Sarah Watson.

We spent Sunday recovering from Outdoor Retailer by putting up a waterline at Pillar Falls on the Snake River with Vincent Faires. We hopped on Kathy’s pontoon boat with her parents and she dropped us off at the falls. Her mom was …. precious.  Kathy Peterson is the Angel of Twin Falls, ferrying jumpers from the landing zone to the boat docks, shortening the time between jumps.

Sarah and Vincent work their magic in putting up the slackline on previously established bolts that spanned a pool carved into the rock by the river. The landing in the green water was generally deeper than I cared to touch, but a few larger boulders made sure I paid attention where I entered the water. I am not good at slacklining and taking the first steps onto the line over the rock edges of the pool was pretty unnerving. 

Vincent made the first crossing. 

Sarah losing control

Pillar Falls is beautiful. 

Idaho is incredibly beautiful and undervalued. I had never really thought of Idaho as a destination, but it is completely worth a trip!

BASE Jumping! 
It should be noted that BASE Jumping is very difficult to shoot.  I hadn’t thought about how little time I would actually have to shoot my subject before they were out of frame. It is definitely not like shooting climbing where I have several minutes to compose, light, and capture the perfect image. With BASE, I basically have one shot per jump, even shooting in burst mode.

Also, stepping over the railing of the bridge, almost 500 feet above the water, is terrifying, even knowing that I’m fully attached by webbing that can hold a suspended truck. I don’t have a parachute, like my subjects, if something went wrong.

Sarah and I pull into the Welcome center parking lot around 10 am. Several other jumpers are preparing their packs in the grass next to the Perrine Memorial Bridge. They tend to jump in groups and wait around for each other. There’s definitely something to be said about camaraderie.

Sarah, having recovered from a serious foot injury, hadn’t jumped in 5 months and was a bit nervous. But she had friends and familiar faces around to encourage her. Over the next several days and multiple jumps, she regained her confidence

Sean Morey pulls a triple gainer off the 486ft tall bridge over the Snake River. 

Hayley Ashburn takes the leap off the rail.  

Hayley prepares her chute for her next jump. 

With an unpacked chute Hayley Ashburn walks out onto the bridge, preparing to do a rollover, a front flip over your chute draped below 

Sarah prepares to jump of the Perrine Memorial Bridge. 

The Skittle, as Hayley refers to her chute. 

Sarah carefully packing her chute for her next jump. 

The view from the Landing Zone. 

Sarah taking off

There was a near full moon on an almost perfectly clear night. I talked Sarah and her friend Nick Burden into jumping in the moonlight. I set up a couple flashes on the bridge and hoped I got a good shot in the split second. I only got once chance.

The next morning we woke up early to get a shot at sunrise. We were a little slower than we anticipated. There were a few other jumpers ready to go.

John Dobbins jumps with his pilot shoot ready to throw. 

A jumper who was part of a class prepares to jump. 

Climbing in Idaho’s Lava Tubes
Sarah wanted to do something other than jump and we’d met a couple of young local kids that showed us a climbing area just off the river. They talked about another area 45 minutes away that was steep sport climbing. We couldn’t pass up checking it out.

The Shoshone Lava Tubes are pretty unique. From the road, all you can see for miles around is upheaved volcanic rock tumultuously covering the flat earth. The shadows of mountains loom in the background, more where you would expect to find climbing. The local kid tells us to park about 100 yards off the road, and we walk for another 100 yards south, parallel with the road. You can’t see it till you’re standing above the giant hole. The tubes had collapsed leaving a natural arch with incredibly featured rock.

We did several fun, short, juggy routes, including a 5.12a that I flashed (woo!) before jumping on the grand route, a  powerful 12c that traverses the bottom edge of the arch.

Sarah catching an inverted rest. Heel hooks abound. 

Sarah approaches the anchors. 

Definitely a unique climbing spot with some great climbs. Unless you knew exactly where you were going it would be extremely difficult to find.

The Last Chance
We had one more chance to get a great shot. Shooting had proved harder than I expected, and I was determined to get a shot I was psyched on.  We got to the bridge before sunrise this time, I set up my flashes and knew I had one chance for this shot. I pulled over the railing and got as comfortable as one can get in a minimal climbing harness hanging 500 feet in the air. Sarah asked, “Are you ready? 3. 2. 1. See ya!!!” I pressed the shutter only once.

The sun crested the horizon, my lights flashed, and Sarah disappeared beneath her opened chute. And then silence, except for the wind blowing gently past me and semis driving over the bridge, causing me to bounce in slow reverberations.

I climbed back over the rail and waited for Sarah to make the trek out of the canyon, since Kathy was not out yet.

Sarah wanted to do one more jump before we drove back to Colorado. The morning light was hazy and diffused. Sarah was determined to jump in good style for the photo. “Just repeat to myself, bend my legs, bend my legs, bend my legs!”

John dropping a bit out of position

John Dobbins had never jumped off the rail of the bridge before. He’d always jumped, holding onto the rail behind him. In this position you are already leaning forward which puts you in the right position to jump. From the top of the rail you have to lean forward before jumping to get into the correct position. John jumped, and I started laughing immediately. It looked like he’d done a pencil dive like a 13 yr old girl at a pool party. It looked so incredibly unnatural. But he pulled his chute without a hitch.

CJ Crucial takes her turn. 

Sean Morey lays it out in front of me in a single gainer. He’d been doing tucks every time he jumped and I was surprised to see him looking me in the eye as he dropped in front of me. 

We take off after her second jump and head towards Rifle Mountain Park, outside Rifle, CO.

The trip continues for a few more days! It’s been an awesome trip, but I’m getting antsy to get back to Boulder.

Climbing Road Trip: Plan B is for Better!

People regularly ask me, “Do you have any trips planned?”, and for most of this year that question depressed me. I’ve been having a great year and have been getting out climbing a lot, but I also want a bigger adventure.

At a poker game with some buddies in Denver, Matt Lloyd asked me if I wanted to join him on an alpine climbing adventure in and around Banff in Canada. I’d been looking for this kind of opportunity and immediately said yes.

Four of us, two “old farts” and two young guns, piled into Keith North’s Toyota Four Runner in the early evening in August. It was a tight fit with all of our gear, but I was thankful we decided to take the SUV over a Subaru sedan with a canvas roof bag. I’m pretty certain we wouldn’t have fit.

We drive through the night to Buffalo, WY and find our way through obscure country roads to the Piney Creek Canyon parking lot around 3 am. We sleep all pile on a tarp and try to sleep beneath the bright starry night sky.

Typical Matt Lloyd, like a kid missing his Ritalin. 

We found spectacular limestone akin to Ten Sleep, but with very little development. There’s so much unclimbed rock there!

Matt Lloyd gets the send of Over Forty, a stout 5.12c. 

All the rock on the opposite side of the river is undeveloped; so much potential! 

Keith North getting the send. 

After a few hours playing on the fantastic limestone we pile back into the truck and make our way to the Canadian border.

Plan B
“Please park the car and come inside. A border agent will let you know the details.”

After driving almost 900 miles in the last 24 hours we were psyched to get into Canada. It was only 5 more hours to Canmore. Sitting in the waiting area we got the news. “You’re being denied entry into Canada.” I didn’t even know that was an option, I thought they let everyone in. We wasted three hours waiting at the border.

After the news sunk in we scrambled to salvage the trip. Matt got on the phone and started calling anyone he knew that had beta in Idaho and Eastern Washington. We talked about going to the Cascades. It seemed feasible until we realized how much further it was to the climbing. We were tired and upset. We got a hotel for the night in Conrad, MT and tried to piece together a plan.

The original plan was to climb a couple different routes on Mt Temple in the Canadian Rockies then make our way to Salt Lake City, UT for the Outdoor Retailer Trade show. Now we had a week to fill with unknowns.

Fifty miles west of Conrad, mountains form the eastern border of Glacier National Park. The wonderful tool that is MountainProject.com told us there was climbing there. Not just climbing, but fantastic sport climbing on 600ft tall vertical-to-overhanging limestone cliffs!

Few have heard of Blackleaf Canyon, but those who have know the quality of this hidden gem. After getting lost trying to find the road into the canyon (with the canyon in full view) we finally made it to the base of the climbs. Only carrying a sport rack up the 15 minute approach, we’re quite energized and ready to climb. 
Matt, Dan and Keith eying “Bodisattva” a 5 pitch 5.12″a/13a”
Keith North climbing through the 5.10 crux of pitch 2

Keith enjoying jugs on pitch 3, 300+ feet off the deck. 
Dan fought his way up pitch 4, a slab 5.11 with very tricky, balancy, thin moves. We made fun of the noises he made until we got on it. Then there was pitch 5. The description reads: “P:5 (5.12+) didn’t try this pitch. It heads up a very slick looking shield.” Keith tried it, and really it looked impossible. 

Some weather looked like it might come in and we wanted to get on the road to Idaho. So despite having climbed only one route and walking past so many tempting lines in this amazing canyon we get back in the 4Runner and drive towards Missoula. 

Somewhere in Western Montana

The Elephant Perch
We wake up in our tents somewhere in Idaho and drive into the Sawtooth Range. The drive from Montana is spectacular. I never realized how beautiful Idaho is – it’s not one I think about as wild and mountainous. The Sawtooths are as described: Jagged, rocky peaks jutting into the sky. Matt kept saying they should be called the Sharktooths. 

We take a boat across Redfish Lake that cuts 6 miles off our hike. Yea, I’m a lazy hiker. I’ll take it. 


It’s a beautiful, if not a little bit too warm, day so we jump into the crystal clear water before embarking on our epic three mile hike.

For two miles the trail is pretty easy, then you cross a log bridge.

Matt balancing his way across the unstable log bridge.

The last mile is UP! A test of your fitness. But the beauty of the Elephant Perch and Saddleback Lakes make you forget the hike as soon as you see them.

A 23 photo mega panorama of the Saddleback Lake and the Elephant Perch, including our amazing campsite. Natively this image is 60 inches by 60 inches!

We wake up before sunrise to get on the route, Astro Elephant, to beat any other team from it.

Prepping our gear for the 1000 ft, 10 pitches of amazingness

After a bit of route finding (Matt climbed a dirty crack that kind of matched the description of the route only to find it didn’t go anywhere) we start up the 1000 ft face. Matt takes a single trad rack and jumps into the flaring granite crack. He climbs past the first belay, past an overhanging ledge and disappears from site. I wonder what he plans on making an anchor with and how far he’s run out the climb with so few cams.

The first two pitches (that Matt climbed as one pitch) are the crux pitches of Astro Elephant. I decide, in my not-quite-awake brain, that I should wear my “comfy crack shoes” on the hardest sections of the climb.  Needless to say, I’m glad I was not leading.

The right leaning flaring crack constantly tried to spit me out. My right foot kept skating off the rock, the rubber on the loose shoe feeling useless. Lesson learned. At the anchor I switched to my aggressive slipper that performed incredibly (Until pitch 9 and 10 where I could barely feel my feet).

View of the Saddleback Lakes from Pitch 2
Keith North struggling through an awkward chimney/off width move on pitch 5

Since my trad fall in March 2013 where I broke my back I have been slowly getting my trad lead head back. I’ve spent a lot of time this summer leading “easy” trad leads and working on good placements. The week before the trip Matt and I went and climbed Peanuts, a stout, strange 5.9+ in Eldorado Canyon, my hardest lead since my fall.

When I got to the Pitch 6 anchor Matt says, “This next pitch would be a great one to shoot, but you have to lead it first!” 5.9+ 700 feet up…sure. It starts on a heady move from a huge hueco jug, out right to a right leaning flake. The flake accepted decent protection, but you reach the top and have to traverse 15 feet to the left with very little opportunity for protection before the crux, moving from the traverse rail out to a very exposed bulge. I clipped a tattered piece of tat (fixed webbing) and tried to back it up with a nut. My hands, now on positive jugs, were shaking uncontrollably. “YOU’RE FINE!” I yelled at myself.  I took a few deep breaths and pulled myself onto a small ledge.

Daniel followed me up and belayed me back down the route so I could shoot Matt on the section I had just climbed.

Matt making the exposed move out the bulge on Pitch 7 

 Matt runs pitch 7-8 and 9-10 together, making bold moves with very few cams for protection. I lead the rest of the pitches up to 10, glad that I stole some of Matt’s cams.

As I belay Daniel up pitch 9 the sky opens up. In a full downpour Daniel and I simul climb the last pitch, following on Matt’s rope. I was happy to not be leading with a river of water running down the 5.7 hand crack, fully filling the arms of my rain coat. At the top of the crack you have to pull an incredibly exposed roof, looking straight down over a 1000ft sheer drop. I scrambled up the last slab, hi five Matt and Keith, just in time for the downpour to let up.  I was very surprised how well my soaking wet climbing shoes stuck to the wet granite (I always imagined you’d just slip off).

We jump from rock to rock across the ridge, careful not to get too close to the 1000ft cliff on the right and a steep slab on the left. We finish the down climb and pack up our camp to head out.

The last boat across Redfish Lake leaves at 7pm daily. I got separated from the rest of the group and picked the wrong trail in the delta of trails leaving the Elephant Perch. It led me to fern covered cliffs lined by waterfalls. I could either go back up to the perch and try and find the right trail, or descend the cliffs and try to reach the river which would lead me to the trail. I picked going down the wet, tropical-esque cliffs and crossed the waterfalls trying not to injure myself in a place that being rescued, or found for that matter, would be very difficult.

I cross the river and reach the trail about 6:40pm. With my 40+lb pack I had 2 miles to cover in less than 20 minutes! I took off running as best I could with a huge pack on my back, only walking on the uphill sections. I hear a crackle on my radio, “SCOTT!” I had been trying to reach anyone on the radio the whole way down the mountain with no answer. I let them know I was close and would be there as soon as possible.

I run through the campground, past confused looking BoyScouts. “If you’re trying to get to the boat, it just left,” one of the leaders tells me. Dejected, I walk to the dock to find the guys waiting for me. “It’s coming back for us, don’t worry.”

Tired, wet, and hungry we stop for dinner in Ketchum and get a hotel in Hailey. I’m pretty thankful for the hot tub.

We get a lazy start and drive to Logan, UT, enjoying a rest day with a viewing of Guardians of the Galaxy. Fantastic entertainment. To top off our rest day we camp at Crystal Hot Springs and enjoy the hot springs.

Clouds in southern Idaho

A squall outside of Logan, UT. 

Climbing in Northern UT
Just outside of Logan is a little known canyon with some spectacular limestone sport climbs. Matt warms up on a fun 11c “Pig in a Python” then Daniel and Keith climb “Nuclear Fingers” 12a right next to it.

Matt climbing “Pig in a Python” 11c

Daniel working “Nuclear Fingers” 12a

Keith on “Nuclear Fingers” 

After arguing about where to go next and driving in circles we found China Cave, a steep, Rifle-esque crag with several inspiring lines. Matt jumps on “Blank” 12 c/d and we all follow in succession.

Matt gives Daniel a gentle catch. 

Matt on his send of “Blank” 5.12b/c

The route is gymnastic and fun, but several of the holds are manufactured. 

Matt captured this shot of me on “Blank”
We arrived in Salt Lake City a few days after Summer Outdoor Retailer Trade Show had started and went straight to the Hippy Tree party to enjoy some beers and live bluegrass music. We stayed out too late and drove up Little Cottonwood Canyon to find a campsite in Albion Basin, which is in Alta Ski Resort. Not finding an open site we decide to just sleep in the 4Runner. 
After not sleeping for 5 hours we got up grumpy and headed uphill towards Devil’s Castle. I almost got stepped on by a moose as I came around a bend near some residence’s. The “Black Streak” goes seven pitches up the middle of Devil’s Tower on a black streak of unique limestone. 
The climbing is very interesting and fun, and getting seven pitches on a sport route is alway worth your time. There’s a 240ft runout in the middle protected by maybe four bolts that we simul climbed. The view from the top, overlooking Alta Resort and Little Cottonwood Canyon, is definitely worth the climb. 
Keith traversing to the rap anchors from the peak with Alta Ski Resort in the background

Daniel raps off “Black Streak” 

The rap descent was the scariest part of the climb. There are lots of loose rocks and every time you pull the rope you get showered with more rocks.

We spend a couple more days at the Outdoor Retailer show and Matt, Daniel, and Keith take off for Denver, stopping in Maple Canyon and Carbondale on the way home. I, not sick of traveling yet, get in a rattly Ford Explorer and head back to Idaho with BASE Jumper, Sarah Watson, for more shenanigans.

Despite getting turned away at the Canadian border, not getting to attempt our original objective, we had a pretty amazing climbing trip. Psyched to have gotten to climb in so many new-to-me climbing areas with stellar routes.

It’s quite amazing that after driving through 5 states, climbing in 5 new areas (7 for the other guys), traveling for 10 days, with roughly 40 hours of driving, and covering 2,400 miles, 4 guys in a 4Runnder, we didn’t kill each other. 

Gear Review: Klymit Intertia O Zone Sleeping Pad

A couple of years ago I did a review on the Klymit Inertia X-Frame, an extremely lightweight, packable sleeping pad. In January I bought the new version, the O-Zone. It has more coverage, but is only 2oz heavier (11oz) and only slightly larger when packed. 
As my friends get winded filling up their full size sleeping pads I laugh as I blow up my pad in 5-7 large breaths. There’s a pillow that’s attached but blows up separately in 2-3 breaths. I like to keep the pad in my sleeping bag. I find it keeps me warmer and I don’t ever “fall” off of it in my tossing and turning. 
Photo from outtagear.com
This is how small it packs, only slightly larger than a 12 oz soda can. 
When you want to go lightweight but still be comfortable, this is a great option. When I car camp I do use it in tandem with a basic Thermarest for the feeling of being in a queen size memory foam bed….
So, if you don’t like spending 10 minutes and 300 breathes filling up your sleeping bad check out the Klymit Inertia O-Zone! ($99)

Jansport 15″ Right Pack Sleeve

I just came home from two and half weeks on the road. I was tired and ready for a shower, but there was a box from Jansport on my bed. I opened it to find the 15″ Right Pack Sleeve, a laptop cover in the style of Jansport’s classic backpack.

My 13″ Macbook Pro fits securely in the sleeve, but there’s room for my charger and a few accessories. It’s great and I love the style! Comes in many different colors. 

Climbing in Indian Creek

To celebrate my 28th birthday last year, my Golden Birthday (28 on March 28), I had planned on skiing two fourteeners in a day (14,000+14,000=28,000!) but I broke my back on 11 days before. Needless to say, my birthday was way less exciting. I turned 29 this year and didn’t have any crazy ideas for commemorating it. My friend, Alex, invited me to climb desert sandstone crack in Indian Creek, which sounded like a good enough celebration of another year.

I’m a sport climber. I like clipping bolts, engaging my “try hard” and not really worrying whether the bolt I just clipped 10 feet below me will hold if I take this massive whipper. It’s freeing being able to just try your hardest, and if you fall – no worries.

The last few weeks, though, I’ve been climbing a lot more trad – placing your own protection into cracks in the rock. If you fall, you hope you placed the last piece well enough that it will hold you. And if that piece blows, will the next blow too? That’s exactly what happened when I broke my back.

It’s taken some time for me to get my trad “head” back, the confidence in my ability to climb and place solid gear that I stay calm throughout the climb. This past weekend I climbed more trad than ever in the South Platte, and really gained the confidence I need to start pushing myself again. But this time I have proper knowledge and technique to do it right!

Back to Indian Creek. Ah yea, I’m a sport climber. Indian Creek is huge splitter sandstone cracks with slim to none face holds that only protects with Trad gear. Definitely not my strong suit. Crack climbing technique is very different from sport climbing, using your hands and fingers to wedge into the cracks instead of pulling down on holds. Your feet don’t stand on holds either, instead twisted into the crack in a way that the most rubber touches both sides of the crack. When you complete a sport route your forearms, fingers and possibly back are tired. After climbing a crack your entire body is spent from working together merely to stay connected with the rock. It’s a full body battle against the route. And it’s fantastic!

Enjoy a few photos from the trip!

Alex Vidal climbing a challenging 5.10 “Elephant Man” at Donnelly Canyon

Unknown climber working his way up “Chocolate Corner” 5.9+

Anthony Biolatto working through Elephant Man

Miniature Klass enjoying the crag. 

There’s two miniature Klass’s

Miniature Klass fights his way up Unknown 9+

Alex Vidal climbing Unknown 9+ at Blue Gramma Wall.  

Micah Salazar sending Unnamed 10+

Newspaper Rock pano – really unique place!