Frozen Sweat
Stupid. My feet are numbing. My calves burn. My thighs ache. My throat is parched as sweat drips onto the lens of my sunglasses. I’m spent. I’ve hit a wall. I’ve got to get off this climb.
Stupid. My feet are numbing. My calves burn. My thighs ache. My throat is parched as sweat drips onto the lens of my sunglasses. I’m spent. I’ve hit a wall. I’ve got to get off this climb.
With 100 dead on Denali, here’s a glimpse at how it all went wrong.
Alain Robert solos the New York Times Building to raise global warming awareness. Thank God he didn’t wear Hand Jammies.
Get this: there is now a mountain climbing version of American Idol. It’s called “The Mountain Academy”. Pathetic.
With 260 people reaching the summit this season, can we really hold this summit in such high regard? Maybe it’s actually quantity over quality.
This is the story of my friend, ice climber Bob Timmer, who was not only diagnosed with one, but TWO inoperable malignant tumors.
Oh the horror of being alone here on the mountain! Oh the howling wind! The cold ice! The danger! Only fifteen other men to snuggle with!
The restrictions on touring as well as climbing in Tibet this Spring came as a shock to all of us.
I (shocking that I would reference myself) posted a blog a few days ago that brought up both eating poorly and climbing, but I never dreamed that someone would somehow equate the two.
…It will give me the confidence to do the first free solo of the legendary Twark Might route F**k the Entire Universe, Who Are Losers but Don’t Know It (VIII WI7 A5+ 5.15c M22X, 1000m)