brainard lake

So do you remember how last fall I decided that I was going to start leading hikes for the local chapter of the Sierra Club? Well, it has begun. Next Wednesday, I'm leading my first group on a snowshoe trip in Indian Peaks Wilderness Area. One of the requirements of leading is scouting the trail a few days before you lead the hike. I chose today to fulfill this requirement.

I was all worried that there wasn't gonna be enough snow up there, because there is absolutely zilch down here. But, as you can see from the picture, it is still full-blown winter up in the hills. The hike only took me two hours because it was only five miles and there's barely any elevation gain. Since we're doing this on a weekday though, I imagine that most of the people coming along will be really old or complete deadbeats, so does anyone want to place bets on how long it takes the group? Three hours? Four?

I hope not any more than that.


portraits of famous people, wk 6, st vincent

Annie Clark, of St Vincent

She is, I believe, what most people would call, 'cute as a button'. And after seeing her live a couple of years ago, I decided that I wanted to marry her and have her babies. Figuratively speaking of course. Since I can't really do that. For lots of reasons.

Listen to 'Jesus Saves, I Spend' from her debut, Marry Me, and you'll see why I'm so infatuated.


look! we climbed outside! in february!

I thought the first climb I got on since I'd climbed last—which was August by the way, in Santa Fe, remember that?—was kinda not a lot of fun. Until I got about halfway up it and my body and my brain remembered why I like climbing so much.

Doug, Liz, Kate and Mark and I went down to Golden today to climb at North Table Mountain. It was a gorgeous day, especially for the beginning of February and it felt indescribably good to get outside on a rope again, after many, many days of bouldering inside on plastic rocks.

I tuckered out way quicker than I'd like to admit and I had to hang a couple of times because my arms pooped out, but still, it felt pretty great.

I did, Wholey Holy, 5.8, Pack O' Bobs, 5.7 and Pee on Dee, 5.8. Pee on Dee was by far my favorite of the day. A really great mix of crack and face and I made it all the way up it without falling or hanging. Which, in my book, makes it a successful route.

For the privileged few, pics are up on Flickr.


portraits of famous people, wk 4, christian bale

Christian Bale

The other day, one of my favorite actors apparently went all batshit crazy on some poor art director who happened to walk onto the set while they were filming Terminator 4. Whoopi says Mr. Bale was justified because 'it's so hard to stay in character,' but I don't know. I don't think it's ever ok to dress someone down in public. And. If you're really good at your job, shouldn't it be kind of easy to get and stay in character? You'd have to do it every day regardless.

It's always a little distressing to me when I find out that someone who I think is talented is, in reality, a huge d-bag. I think fame just turns some people into a-holes.