It was four in the morning. My arms hurt, my car reeked, my dogs were restless, my girlfriend was frustrated, and we had picked up a smelly stray dog on the side of the road in rural middle-of-nowhere Kentucky. We were 500 miles from home, exhausted, with three dogs and two people trying to sleep in a muggy Subaru Outback. I thought taking my girlfriend on a road trip would be a good idea. I thought it’d be fun. I had made a sleeping platform, tried to think through all the potential hiccups, bought a memory foam mattress for my car, and planned the adventure far beyond the details I usually attend to on my solo endeavors.
Later that morning I called my dad to vent. I told him the trip was going disastrously and that Erin wanted to go home. He assumed that the quarrels were between the relatively new couple but I told him, “No, we’re not fighting each other. The world is fighting us.” But it did get better, and now that I’m home writing this, with a couple days to process, I can confidently say that it was one of the most fun adventures I’ve had yet.
We started our trip with a quick hop up to Northern Virginia to celebrate St. Patty’s day with Erin’s family in Fairfax. On Friday, while Erin and her mom were getting some last minute cooking done for the party, I got out of their way and hit up Carderock for a couple hours on top rope soloing on the slabby rocks. With a solid layer of snow on the ground from a storm a couple days earlier all my gear came home soaking wet and muddy. But it was a good time and it was nice to get outside on one of the warmer days of my spring break.
I’m noticing a trend, and I’m not really sure how I feel about it. The second I lose obligations, the minute nothing is holding me to a certain place or a certain timeframe, I pack up, move into my car, and peace out. It’s not that I’m concerned with my love for epic adventures; it’s just that, who the hell in the right mind leaves a comfortable apartment with heat and AC and full kitchen for a cramped hatchback?? Continue reading Pulling anchors→
I have a confession. I have an unhealthy addiction. I read comments sections. I know, I know, the bane of humanity is in the comments. But my goodness when you’re feeling down about yourself, there’s no better place to get a confidence booster. What’s worse is that I deliberately hop on Fox News Facebook page and scroll through the comments. I guess after the election I was gaslighted that this was our fault so much that I actually tried to listen to the opposing arguments. But what I realized is that the circle jerk of Fox News has nothing to offer that I haven’t heard before. In fact, they’re so stuck on repeat that they continue to mention Colin Kaepernick. I’d forgotten that guy even existed but that really seemed to get their undies in a bunch. Continue reading Trump BINGO, apologist edition→
If you’re looking to bag some winter 14ers but don’t want to risk your life to do so, hopefully this list list can help steer you to some solid safer climbs. Whether you’re looking for a more intense climb than the summer hikes or love the solitude of the off-season, winter 14ers can be an amazing experience that you can’t get during the summer.
However, before even considering attempting any of these winter 14ers, I would recommend that you have experience with climbing 14ers or at least 13ers in the warmer months, or at minimum go with someone who is familiar with the mountain and the cold. For nearly all of these climbs, I recommend having at minimum microspikes and trekking poles. It was a very rare day that these aren’t essential pieces of gear. In addition to that, most of the climbs call for snowshoes, especially after a storm or on the less travelled routes, and many of them necessitate an ice axe and the experience with using one. 10 point crampons are rarely if ever necessary on most of these routes.
This is not meant to be an all inclusive guide to each climb, just merely an introduction to help you decide which climbs to do. Always check weather and route conditions beforehand. I’ve linked to some helpful resources at the bottom.
Remember that time Howard Dean got really excited and shouted “YYEAAAHHHHHH!!” at a campaign rally. Remember how we all looked at him and were like, “well, that was friggin weird,” and collectively decided to not talk about him anymore. Remember when Mitt Romney talked about his binders full of women and we were all like, “okay, that’s different and maybe mildly sexist,” and he lost the presidential race.
Remember when Trump’s opponent, the most heavily scrutinized, over-qualified person to ever run for president was a woman? And we were all like, “well she shouldn’t lose just cuz she’s a chick, right?” and then she did. She lost because she was a chick. And when someone is breaking through a racial or gender barrier, they need to be perfect. And Hillary Clinton wasn’t quite perfect.
Donald Trump on the other hand didn’t even make an attempt at being presidential or representing the American population. He thrived on racism, xenophobia, and bigotry and an antiquated concept of what a ‘man’ is. And collectively a large portion of the American population looked at him and was like, “BLAEEAHHH LOCK ‘ER UP. THEY TOOK ‘ER JOBS. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN YOU LOOSERS,” while entirely ignoring the more unjustifiable characteristics of the juvenile they were supporting.
The last few weeks I’ve been trying to pinpoint the difference between liberals and conservatives in the United States and kept coming back to the idea of free will. I want to get at the fundamentals of where we differ, not superficial policy debates, not fiscal arguments, but basic fundamentals of how we see the world. And the first thing that stood out to me is how we see equal opportunity. How do we view our ability to succeed in this world as compared to someone of a different race, gender, socioeconomic status, etc? While conservatives, for the most part, believe that we can ‘pull ourselves up by the bootstraps’ and believe in equal opportunity to the top, liberals fundamentally disagree. Liberals believe that we are staggered from the gun and some people are given a head start. What we are disagreeing on, fundamentally, is the impact of free will and politics. Continue reading Free will and its impact on our political views→
After sampling multiple closed cell foam and air mattresses on trips ranging from single nights in the Appalachians to multi-day trips on snow, I can confidently say I’m not really sure why someone would use any other camping mattress besides the Therm-a-rest NeoAir Xlite and Xtherm. On 90% of trips, one of those two mattresses will be my go to. But it’s not without its downsides, so I will look to highlight why I personally think the Therm-a-rest NeoAir Xlite is the best mattress on the market but also some of its pitfalls.
A few days ago I hiked up from the valley in southwest Virginia to scout out rock climbing Tinker Cliffs and check out the possibility of setting up some solid routes. From a mile down in the valley, the possibility for rock climbing on Tinker cliffs appear endless. And up the 3+ mile Andy Layne Trail to reach the summit of Tinker Cliffs, I found exactly that. The beta for the Cliffs is sparse, with the Mountain Project info limited to a few comments on a forum and other sites simply hinting at the possibility. So I wanted to hop up there and see what rock climbing Tinker Cliffs would look like up close.
There we were, scrubbing horse crap off my dog, chronicling another installment of the misadventures of Snotty Booger and The Grace Face. Scott held Rosie’s ass in the air as I scrubbed the horse shit off the back of her neck. After a long day of climbing at Pilot Mountain State Park from nearly dawn till dusk, there we were in the park bathroom bathing my dog and she was not happy about it. She tried to wrestle her way out of it, sliding her soap covered paws around the bottom of the small sink with her ass unflatteringly held in the air by Scott. Speckles of horse poo trickled down into the sink and the odor of feces became replaced by the aroma of the cheap hand soap that I scrubbed into her fur. I wasn’t about to put this poopy face mutt back into my backseat for the drive home and was feeling sympathetic toward Scott for having to ride back there with her. In lieu of a knob, the sink had one of those horrible satanic plungers that you have to depress every three seconds to keep the water running. And I honestly struggled to understand how water so cold could remain in liquid form. But hey, guess what you little turd neck, play stupid games, win stupid prizes. I freed her when the soap and poop particles were all gone and she bolted around the bathroom like a maniac, dodging the vicious beastly hand dryer on the wall and shaking as she stormed around. Continue reading Climbing at Pilot Mountain→
My granddad just turned 83 a few days ago. And as a former cop, he didn’t get there by being a dummy. He has always taken care of himself, paid attention to risks around him, avoided alcohol, and kept himself busy. I’ll never forget seeing him clearing downed trees in his driveway despite being in his 70s. But one thing that has always stood out to me was how he refused to fly on planes. He had helped clean up a plane crash with the bodies of 74 corpses of young soldiers just outside of Richmond in 1961. But despite improvements on air travel and being told about the safety of flying, he decided he would never accept the risk of it, and there was no changing his mind. Continue reading Assumption of Risk→