Bring on 31! |
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Not Even 30 Anymore...
Rain, Snow, and Adventure Climbing: Tales from a week making it work in the Canadian Rockies
The Bow Valley finds some sun. The Three Sisters on the left. |
Getting down to business on the East Ridge of Lady Mac. A quick pitch to gain the ridge proper. Mad kudos to Sarah H., my Fairy Guide Mother, for a sweet photo! In my limited experience short pitching along a ridge seems to equal: Take up coils, climb for 15 meters, maybe put in one piece of pro along the way, find something remotely resembling an anchor, straddle some rock and bring up or over your second. Repeat. Repeat and repeat. While at times it became tedious the experience of doing it over and over again actually really just reinforced the lesson of what we were doing. It was a great learning experience. All along the way Sarah was dropping hints, I mean, educating me, about ways to be more efficient because speed is safety in mountains…and we were cold and the skies were looking ugly. Good bits of wisdom like when you are bringing up your second, look ahead to the next pitch, if you are going to transition modes do what you can while they are climbing to be ready for that…ergo…if you have the full rope out and are switching to short pitches, start taking up coils while you are belaying. At the time, the thought of doing that pretty much blew my mind, I had enough to manage, but I look forward to continue practicing that and the other things we covered. We topped out on Lady Mac and after a brief stop at an abandoned tea house where we finally were allowed to eat, drink, and pee and laugh, we headed down the hikers walk off in the rain. Claire was a super trooper, a patient climber and an absolute joy to have along. Awesome day. |
Working the 5.5 ridge. |
Off I go into the wetness on Takkakaw. |
Zippy and I pondering how we would make the leap across. |
Two girls and their guide on the summit. No Jumping allowed. So what was initially planned to be five full days of climbing turned into three weather driven and differently challenging days. I can already tell that I am a better and more confident climber than I was a week ago. Ive identified some weaknesses, one in particular that could really fuck me some day, and got some really positive feedback about the things I’m doing well. Under really difficult circumstances Sarah pulled together some very educational and fun days. |
Monday, September 20, 2010
Yosemite Photo Blog
So that over there on the right is a pic taken in Tuolumne....we spent a few days up there trying to get used to the rock and the weather...9000 feet and full on snow, hail, rain, etc.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Repost from Chicks Climbing Blog. "Defining Adventure"
by: Sarah Goldman
My words hung, suspended in air above the table. I could see each member of my fire department duty shift processing what I had just said. “I am resigning, effective immediately. I’ve accepted a contract firefighting position in Iraq.“ The only thing louder than the silence in the room was my heart thumping in my chest and my throat. I watched the words sink in; I could see the judgments forming. It was the same each time I had told someone about my decision and upcoming adventure.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Its Different
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Republished from WSI Connections Magazine, March 2010
Below is an article I was asked to write for the WSI Connections Magazine. It is a recount of the events of January 9, 2010. January was a hard month for me this year, the toughest actually. Thanks to all who were a part of my support system during that tough time.
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The Cirque Ladies
These 3 ladies are awesome...they are heading into the Cirque of the Unclimbables way the hell up there in the Yukon. They are attempting to free the Original Route on Mt. Proboscis (VI 5.9+ A3).
Planning the Prologue
So for now, the move I’m focused on is getting out of the Middle East safe and enjoying the prologue.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Arlene Blum and Has Women's Climbing Failed?
While on my journey in Nepal I got the chance to do some great reading. On my way out of the Himalaya I bargained with a shop keeper in Namche and acquired Arlene Blums, “Breaking Trail” for a mere 650 rupees. Arlenes story kept me company through Lukla, Kathmandu and ultimately my travels back to the Middle East.
Arlene’s book chronicles both her pioneering climbing career along with her extraordinary advancements in Chemistry. She is really pretty amazing: lead the first all women's trip on Denali, first American woman to attempt Everest, the "A Woman's Place is On Top" Annapurna trip AND a PhD with research that led to a Federal ban on the methyl-ethyl-death on childrens PJs. Like many other mountaineering books, Breaking Trail has rich descriptions of climbing expeditions that inspire day dreaming and personal goal setting.
One of the key themes of Arlene’s memoir is her perpetual challenge with sexism and anti-Semitism in climbing. A number of times in her book she references a July 1981, Outside Magazine article entitled “Has Women’s Climbing Failed?” The subtitle read, “Why has the Course of Women’s Climbing Led to Tragedy.” Regarding the article, she writes “it proclaimed in glossy detail that not only do women climbers tend to have inadequate skills and experience, they often climb for the wrong reason—to prove something about women.” Granted, this was 1981, but it got me wondering about how much things have changed.
This year saw the first ascent of all 14 8000 meter peaks by a woman. In 2005 Ines Papert wins the Ouray Ice Festival outright beating all women AND men by more then 2 minutes. In 1993 Lynn Hill frees The Nose. But what is the rest of the story?
Mostly, I write this because I’m floored that Outside would have published an article as inflammatory as that even in 1981. I mean hell, I was alive then! I wonder more, what they would write today, 30 years later. If I were to write the article and do the research, what would I find? Are women climbing now to prove something about women? And even if they are, is there anything wrong with that? How do women stack up in modern alpinism? If we aren’t equal, why not?
I realize that this could seem like a somewhat trite discussion on gender equality etc, but the fact remains, I’m curious about the answers to these questions, and I’m not sure where to find them. Ironically, when I Googled “outside and women’s climbing and failed” one of the first ten hits lead to an article about women firefighters and sexual discrimination. What those topics have to do with one another in a life other than mine I don’t know, but it got a chuckle out of me nonetheless.
So, whats the story ladies? What would Outside write today? I realize that this could start a shit storm, but so be it.
P.S. “Breaking Trail” is a great read and certainly a must for any women alpinists with a sense of history and pride for where we came from.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Back to Life, Back to Reality....
I've been back in Iraq for just less then a week now. My trip to Nepal was everything you can hope a trip to Nepal would be. Amazing people, amazing scenery, rugged conditions, smelly, eye opening, FUN, relaxing, thought provoking, inspiring, and on and on. Given the fact that the electricity in most places I stayed consisted of a car battery tucked away in the kitchen somewhere I wasn’t able to update my blog as I travelled.
I've been looking through my journal, trying to piece together some things that make sense but at the moment I’m slammed up against the wall of compartmentalization. I definitely learned a lot while I was there, gained a very interesting perspective on the big mountain guiding industry and felt completely affirmed about my decisions for the future. I will eventually find the words and the perspective and hopefully post something worth reading. Honestly though, we are so busy here at times that its all I can do to make it though each day. So for now, its just back to life, back to reality…..
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The B.T.C.
This was originally going to be a post about my stay at the Baghdad Transit Center. Part bus station, part international airport and ALL travel hell, all roads in and out of Iraq lead to the BTC. Imagine what it would be like to add bunk beds to the waiting room at the Department of Motor Vehicles, throw in 24-7 announcements on a PA, and 15 minute walk in 120 degree heat to the nearest food and you are starting to get the idea. Don't forget, however, that 50% of residents don't know where or more importantly, when, they are, because they are still experiencing major jet lag from a 17 hour transatlantic flight. There is no joy at the BTC.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
A Crazy Week: Work, a Brain Tumor, and Nepal.
Wow, this has been a crazy week. For starters, we have been spectacularly busy here at Diamondback. Audits, training, and inspections; the usual sort of thing, just a shit ton more of it. When I first signed on the dotted line to come over here, we all thought I would be bored stupid and we brainstormed ideas for how to stay busy. The reality turned out to be that we work, and we work, a lot. Downtime is hard to come by and normally its filled with taking care of the essentials of daily life. But, I came here to work every day for year so I could not work every day of the following year, so Im cool with this, even if it is exhausting.
Second, I find out a close friend of mine has a brain tumor…or more accurately, had a brain tumor. Its out, it not cancer, she will live. She’s a warm, thoughtful, deep soul that I care about immensely and I have no doubt that this will only impact her life in a positive way. If someone can turn brain surgery into a positive thing, she can. This news still cuts like a laser when you are 6000 miles away and treading water in a job and place that at this point is serving little purpose other than filling up the piggy bank.
Third, in 10 days I start travel to Nepal. If you have managed to cut through the news of the Times Square bomb, the hemorrhaging oil line in the Gulf, the devastation in Tennessee and some little thing happening in Greece, then you have seen that things in Nepal are well, challenged? Im going to try to not use subjective descriptors here because I really don’t have all the facts, but short story: Major Maoist strike for most of the week bringing all industry, tourism, and commerce to a stand still. No public transportation, tourists confined to their hotels, limited fuel and supplies. Their Constitution expires on May 28, while I’m there, and a new one has yet to be drafted. As of today, the strike has been lifted and I’m being reassured by my contacts in country that things are returning to something resembling normal. Whatever normal looks like in a country like Nepal.
I’ll admit, following the news out of Nepal I initially considered changing my plans. Who would have thought that going anywhere from Iraq would or could actually be more dangerous? But, after reviewing more of the facts and getting information from sources in the country, I’ve decided to see this trip now as an even greater opportunity. If there is a chance for historical tourism than this is it.
More on all of this to come, but the crazy week continues.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
French Toast, Balance and Forgiveness
This week got off to a great start. I was feeling awesome, busting out two days, feeling skinny, strong, and even a little sexy. And then Wednesday happened. Ill admit, I was feeling kinda crappy by the evening on Tuesday. A wee bit spectral, spacey and generally in that low carb fog. I pushed through my work out Wednesday morning but come breakfast, I was spent. I was feeling really hypo and most of my body ached, so I figured a healthy dose of some carbs and fat would help. This was my major rationalization to plow through a plate of French Toast, 3 breakfast sausages, 5 eggs, and maybe even a donut. Plus, I figured what is one meal out of the 20 plus I would eat all week? For the record, it was great. Over the course of the morning I got some energy back, my muscles started to feel better and I was smiling again. Carbs aren’t all bad after all.
It is Saturday now and I have learned one thing over the past few days: French toast is a gateway drug, don’t let anyone tell you different. What started as a simple temporary indulgence has lead to a full on carbohydrate extravaganza complete with white bread, cream cheese filled donuts, bagels and chocolate chip cookies. Additionally, if it is edible and has any surface area whatsoever I have found a way to slather it with peanut butter including but not limited to, carrots, chicken breasts and even a bite of a chocolate donut.
This is how it typically goes for me. A few hyper disciplined days, followed by a few not so disciplined days. Sometimes it bugs me that I cant stay consistent, other times, I more forgiving of myself. As with most things for me that tricky concept of “balance” still eludes me.
Food and mood definitely go hand in hand, maybe even two-fold over here. While there is so much consistency in our day to day here, emotions tend to ride on a separate track of up, down, over, under and around. Some days, super tough workouts and strict eating make me happy, other days, lazy cardio and syrup covered breakfasts do. I’m learning not to beat myself up over either and accept that each day is its own and my best effort for that day is all I can ask for.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Phhhtness
I am trying something new this week. I’ve been doing two –a-day work outs for a couple of weeks now and I don’t know that I’m seeing the benefits I would like. This is coming from a lack of mental discipline due to some boredom on my part, so I’m turning my days on end. I’m going to do the Mountain Athlete hybrid Crossfit basic muscle confusion anaerobic puke fest first thing in the morning. 5am, on an empty stomach, get in the gym and give’er. In the afternoons, Im going to hit similar muscle groups from the morning workout with traditional weight lifting and then cap it off with a cardio effort.
I’ve got ten “blocks” of workouts set aside for six days. They include, two named Mountain Athlete workouts, 3 Crossfit WODs, a block of Yoga, a 90 minute cardio session, and 3 blocks of traditional weight lifting split 50/50 with cardio. I’m not entirely sure how its all going to work out but Im willing to give it a go. This combined with a high lean protein diet should help me to build strength and lean out a bit. Of course, I may never want to see an egg or a protein shaker again in my life, but I’m willing to accept that risk.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Let It Begin...
I’ve been wrestling with how to blog from “over here.” Most the stuff that makes here interesting, you know the life changing, major experience, why you come to Iraq type stuff, I really shouldn’t be broadcasting on the Internet. Cheesy commercials on AFN remind me all the time about the need for this thing called “Operational Security.” So, I can’t write about things that happen here in case I accidentally divulge state secrets. Fair enough.
So that leaves me. I can write about me. I’m realizing now, that the things going on in my brain and during my day here might actually be worth sharing. As many of you know, those that have been following my Facebook updates, I’m on a mission. I’m in Iraq, working every day for approximately one year, so that I can leave here and not work every day for approximately one year. Seems like a fair trade off. You see right now, I’m a firefighter and a climber, that mostly just fights fire. Next year, Im going to be a firefighter and a climber, that mostly just climbs.
I’m going to take my “gap” year. That year off from the world that I should have taken 9 years ago between college and the real world. At the time, graduating from college in May and starting my first job on June 1 seemed like a great idea. And at the time it was. That job ultimately lead to my firefighting career which has been an amazing 9 years of experience, training, friendships, brother and sisterhood and something that I don’t for one second regret. But for now, I want a break. I’ll go so far to say, I need a break. In my heart, I am a rescuer. I may return to the profession, although, I anticipate that it wont be in a major urban environment . I’m sure I will always volunteer because the training and experience I have would be a terrible thing to waste and in the end, there really is nothing like riding a fire truck, pulling a hose line and knocking down a fire.
Come this Fall my plan is to hit the road. I want to spend time all over North America. I want to crash on the couches of old friends and new friends. I want to visit National Parks, State Parks, Provincial Parks, County Parks, and maybe a City Park or two. I want to climb my way around the US and Canada, training and pushing my limits, and hopefully expanding them at every opportunity. Meeting new partners, reconnecting with old ones and generally pursuing my passion of being outside, living simply, building relationships and getting vertical.
The planning and preparation for this upcoming journey has already begun in earnest. Diving into SummitPost, Mountain Project, guidebooks, and picking others brains as well as training my body and mind so that I can be ready to hit the ground running. Doing these things has been nearly the only thing that makes being in Iraq, away from family, friends, trees, liberals, and spinach seem tolerable.
So this is the beginning. I plan, for now, to blog about my training and preparation for my big adventure. I might throw in the occasional story from “over here” provided it doesn’t weaken our national defense or hurt anyone’s feelings. I hope it spurs dialogue about destination suggestions, available couch space, possible partners, training plans, nutrition advice, dirtbag vehicle recommendations, and anything else that might come up.
I have a few more months here to prepare and build the psych, but the plan is to thank Iraq for its time and hospitality sometime in August or September and split. I am so incredibly stoked for this journey, thankful for the opportunity, and keen to make the most of it. I hope if you are reading this you will somehow be a part of it.