We're BACK!

Holy crapis! I thought this blog was dead and buried. Well that was apparently false. Funny thing though, I doubt anybody reads this blog. Anyway, more to come.

revenge of the fariy

Bobby and Katie were kind enough to grace Mediocre Falls with their presence once more.  The great north, however, decided not to be courteous enough to grant us fair weather as a favor.  As it always goes, we did our normal climbing shenanigans (which warranted a new post).  We went to Avalanche Gulch outside of canyon ferry.  It was a fun time.  The dogs got all muddied up and we remembered how badass outdoor climbing is.  The limestone cliffs are delightfully sharp and our tender baby skin was put to the test.  Also, the frigid cold numbed our wimpy little hands to the core.  Hopefully this is just a warm-up (no pun intended) for the end of may when I can head south and romp in Colo with them.  

There's more than just potatoes

Borah is another notch on the bedpost. --Doneski. In the quest of mountaineering glory we greedily set our sights on Idaho's highest. The weekend was a throw back to the glory days of bonus time. Here is a blurb out of summit post:
"The pride of Idaho! At 12,662 ft Borah Peak is the monarch of the Lost River Range and the highest mountain in Idaho. The "easiest" route is a third class scramble in late summer, but early in the season it can be an all-out mountaineering adventure. Below the mountain lies a rolling grayish green valley with steep, snow-covered peaks to the east and the west. This spectacular part of Idaho is quintessential Marlboro Country."

Of course we took this beast down in the middle of winter. It was planned to be a good peak to practice on in preparation for Rainier in May. I guess 5,100 elevation gain across only 3.5 miles was more stout than we had originally thought it to be. Out of the seven of us, Drew and I were the only two in the party to summit and even we were coming off the ridge in the dark... It was a blast none the less. And everyone had fun putting on their frozen boots in the morning.

"He's like piece of iron" ~ Ivan Drago

John Early and I are supremely dedicated to becoming climbing mutants. Our exile here in Great Falls will be used as an enabler to get nasty strong. Once we can tear pennies with our bare hands we plan to unleash our beastly strength on the unsuspecting world. Let me paint our man fantasy scenario...
There we are walking into the crag scoping out the sweetest lines. We get looks of disgust from the turf owners as we politely request a try. John paints up with chalk and does his pre-climbing/mating ritual dance (recall our bozeman bouldering adventure for a visual). Once psychologically amped up he flashes the problem with... no problem.
Our reputation will spread like wild fire all across the lands. ahh yes.

Until then we will get strong in the club garage dungeon. And use steroids if we have to.

CLIMB THROUGH IT

It's time to dust off the laziness and reinvigorate this blogatron. The time has come to brake through the climbing plateau that has plagued our progression. Great Falls has indeed sucked the life out of our souls. Climbing goals be damned in this seventh circle of hell. Well, just as brave Dante navigated his way out, so shall we! This job, this city, this despair... f#@$ it. Climb through it.

Well, who has been the biggest slacker in the world...???  Me!!!  All I can say is between the 15th and 22nd of March the world may stop spinning from all the raddness that will be taking place in Great Falls, Montana!

escape from the north

Last week I was able to take a bit of leave and scoot home to SD for a brief visit. The difference of negative digits fahrenheit to mid 70s is a wonderful thing. I ate my weight in sushi and mexican food, climbed santee boulders, and enjoyed Mr. Sun's burning presence. It was a pleasant stay to say the least. Of course the return trip was slightly frustrating as the airline refused to allow Dixie to fly back to MT with me (I suppose their concern for a -5 degree destination being too cold for a pup is understandable). None the less, I am Dixie-less and heartbroken ::sigh::