My feet have been screaming for this all day. I am ankle deep in the cold, cold creek, a rare sight in the desert. A cloud is reflecting on the calm water. Blue skies are framed by red walls. “Breath… in and out”. This is the moment of pleasure. My first chance to slow down [continue reading]
Mar 192010
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A wave of panic and confusion wash over me as I slip back into consciousness from a restful nights sleep. Where am I? Where are the familiar night noises of roosters, dog fights, and the howling wind? Where is my good friend Eli gently snoring beside me? Where is the warm shining sun gently caressing [continue reading]
After three weeks somewhere, it begins to feel like home. The faces are familiar, and we have a routine: sun, wake, coffee, friends, walk to crag, climb, walk back, smile, cook, sleep. I’m back in Boulder, in the loving arms of my girlfriend Amy. She asked what I missed when I was in Mexico, and [continue reading]
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I woke up to that familiar, painful feeling of waiting all night to pee. Water drops lay on the tent fly, visible from the inside. A light rain fell last night, unnoticeable in a deep sleep. The wind is still sleeping as I walk to the bathroom, then the kitchen. I eat dry cereal, drink [continue reading]
Feb 072010
Editor’s Note: This is the last post in a 4 part series(previous post 1, 2, 3). Words and photos by Chelsea Phillippe. Namaste The last 6 weeks of our Nepal adventure. Quick facts about Nepal Brittney spears shirts are very popular, and everywhere Above tree line yak dung is burned exclusively Plastic is the worse [continue reading]
Feb 062010
Memory is a fickle beast. In the throes of crippling cabin fever, bordering on a mild case of seasonal depression, the vagueness of warm days and warm rock is simultaneously uplifting and incapacitating. These are so distant that training seems pointless, only holing up for the winter and sucking down calories to stay warm makes [continue reading]
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