Journal

By all outward appearances, you would think my phone has the worst life imaginable. Its brothers before it have been lost in Japanese cedar forests and on village streets, and this particular fellow has been dropped from on high, doused in salt water and wine, trampled upon, and neglected for weeks on end. However, these photos are little slices of the life my phone has lived over the course of the past year, and while it has certainly missed out on a lot, and got knocked around a fair bit, it has still been managing to have a pretty grand time...

Over the last couple years I've been fortunate to reconnect with some old friends and make some pretty darn cool new ones as I've jumped/fallen/scrambled into the world of rock climbing. Along the way I've also picked up on the strange and varied vernacular of the climbing culture. "Crux", "splitter", "epicing", "bomber", "bootie", "gobi" "redpoint" and a myriad of other seemingly crude and nonsensical terms have entered my vocabulary, creeping insidiously into a deeper part of my psyche and awakening in me what can probably best be termed "dirt bag" dreams. 

While "dirt bagging"...

Good times hunkering down with old and new friends for a week of climbing, bivying, back country bacon cook offs, alpine scrable, boulder garden exploration, lightning storms and photo shoots galore.

Check out more awesome photos from Garrett Grove.

A few of my favorite moments,

between sets.

Coachella 2011.