I Feel Like I'm Climbing As Well,

I Feel Like I'm Climbing As Well, If Not Better, Than Ever.

It Adds Up, But I Deem It All Necessary, Even The Camera Gear. I Enjoy Photographing The Otherworldly Colors And Shapes Presented In The Convoluted Depths Of Slot Canyons And The Prehistoric Artwork Preserved In Their Alcoves.

When I Climb A Fourteener, A 14,000-foot/4,260-meter Peak, In The Winter By Myself, I Leave An Itinerary And Information About Where My Vehicle Will Be Parked And The Name Of The County Sheriff To Contact In Case I Don't Get Home.

I'd Fallen In Love With A Woman But She Broke Up With Me And I Was Devastated. Six Months Later, I Went Into A Suicidal Depression From The Break-up Of The Relationship, But I Resolved To Not Do What My Friends Had Done. And So I Reached Out For Help

What You're Looking At There Is My Arm, Going Into The Rock... And There It Is, Stuck. It's Been Without Circulation For Twenty-four Hours. It's Pretty Well Gone.