Ascending The Giants
For a pair of arborist-adventurers, climbing isn’t just something to do on a cliff. A journey into the canopy of Washington’s Olympic National Park.
For a pair of arborist-adventurers, climbing isn’t just something to do on a cliff. A journey into the canopy of Washington’s Olympic National Park.
Frequently I am accused of being a pack snob. It started way back in college when I had a part-time job sewing backpacks for a small outdoor company in Bellingham, WA. The owner and I would stay late tweaking, modifying and otherwise trying to improve the current line of packs as well as our personal climbing packs. Whether building custom packs, bringing old, well loved packs back to life, or modifying brand new packs, it was rare that I saw a pack that didn’t need some improvement.
One week in the Caribbean during an Atlantic Ocean hurricane swell. Local surfers share some tube time and fun in the sun.
Why skin up a peak when you could snowkite?
“We live in Lawrence, Kansas, my friend, a small college town lost in a sea of plains. If by local crag you mean a two-hour drive to some crumbling, dripping limestone in Missouri, then sure, that’s our local crag.”