Climbing

The source of my inspiration is and always will be the moments high up on a wall or nestled amongst the elements somewhere in the desert, weary but so fired up.

Musings from climbing trips, seedlings of potential larger stories, poetry...

Fear & Loathing in Red Rocks, Las Vegas

It was sometime around 4 o’clock in the afternoon –– my boyfriend Ben, Max, Bear and I were many hours deep into the drive that stretched from the coast of San Luis Obispo to the inconceivable happenings of Las Vegas. The car speakers roared with Brewer & Shipley’s song “One Toke Over The Line”; Max wanted it rolling as we thundered on through the barren highway into Barstow because it played in the first scene of his favorite film adaptation.

A Quick Trip From Morro Bay to Moro Rock

How soon the road was winding and we were engrossed in the forest canopy and the slanting, autumnal leaves lining it as we snaked into and through Sequoia National Park. We got to a tiny crag and got our belongings and bodies out of the packed car. Oh to be on the road, even just for a few days, I thought to myself. That feeling of driving away from one's very own normalcy and into something unpredictable is one of the most notable gifts.

Older work was written for my personal climbing blog, created during a multimedia journalism class...