looka what we did

rad.

a few reasons i heart the desert

today we made the trek to indian creek. again. but this time, we climbed.

clearly the arch is from arches. but it was pretty. so i added.

and things are getting wild in the trailer. opening my 2nd coke for the evening. and watching the incredibles.

know how i live in a trailer?

it's not always as glamorous as it sounds.

yesterday was "moving day" as in: we do everything that is needed to maintain the trailer, and avoid getting evicted again by the forest service(14 day camping limit and such). enjoy indoor plumbing people, it's a blessing.

the idea was to move to indian creek. ill-fated. indian creek is a hour from moab. an hour from the store, gas station,water....you get the idea. we drive out, and discover it is also hunting season, and lordy knows, hunters like their trailers. there isn't an open site in the entire lasal range. we continue along dirt roads, that only wind back to the highway and i watch as our single fuel tank dips closer to empty.

we came back to moab.

we continued to drive around debating where next to live next. (see people, sometimes living on vacation is challenging).

we ended up a mere mile from where we were last camped.

this decision took 9 hours.

we will try indian creek again wednesday. this time, we may even stay.

indian creek

crack mecca.
sandstone perfection.
combine that with fantastic climbers, and cams galore, and it becomes a weekend in heaven.
a very sore, rugged, and bloody heaven. ahh, but nevertheless.

pictures coming soon.

welcome to the desert

ok, so technically, we've been here a good two weeks, but, the cracks have been calling, we've been jamming, and I simply haven't had time to blog. Sorry.

 

Did I talk about Colorado? No. well, that may be because Colorado isn't worth mentioning. Not to offend any Coloradans out there, but you people take yourselves way too seriously. Good climbing though. But, nevertheless, we left in pursuit of better climbing (and friendlier people). A few days in, our friend benny-bo-bo met up with us to test his skills, and bring back our movies (thanks ben). And a few days after that nick and annie naylor also came, bringing along their friend brandon. the back story is important, just give me a moment.

K and I immensely enjoyed our time with our friends, concluding that it wasn't nearly long enough. So, to all of you reading this, come down to moab, bring a tent and tough hands, we will be here until the weather (or park rangers) kicks us out.

note: all of the really good pictures are thanks to annie. please, come back and be my photographer!

lets just take a moment and talk

...about garbage


As of late, what with the traveling, and the living outside, I've noticed an exorbitant amount of GARBAGE!
Mostly in places where hillbillies and young asses roam. Beer cans, cigarette butts, toilet paper, broken glass, paper plates, broken t.v's, and even a large box of laundry detergent. I would like to give a shout out to those who leave all of this loveliness for the rest of us to enjoy. Thank you. You make me realize that you are all selfish assholes who assume this land is for you to rape and pillage, leaving behind evidence of your being alive.
Good job.
You've officially ruined it for the rest of us.
I love nothing more than pulling into a campsite, in the middle of a beautiful grove, with a river bubbling through it, and finding the remains of some drunken party, and bud-light cans (and it is always some ghetto beer akin to bud-light). It makes me proud to be an american.
I would just like to ask one little thing, you who loves to litter, you have no problem packing that shit in, why in the good lords name, do you not PACK IT OUT?
Remember people, every "oh it's just one cigarette butt", "oh it's just one paper plate", or "it's just one broken beer bottle", adds up, and soon we will all be rolling in a pile of one anothers filth.
I don't want your filth, and I am not your mother, clean up after yourselves, or stay home and litter in your own backyard.
Good. We've got that cleared up. Enough of my pious preaching. Now, go hug a tree.