Mountains

After six days at Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, I’m back to normal life on Hooker Street in Denver – where the upstairs neighbors are loud, cars get stolen from right in front of the house, and Greebs got sprayed by a skunk on Monday. In some ways, I would very much like…

On Saturday, I climbed Mt. Massive, which was my 24th 14er, and my 10th of the summer (which checks #4 off my list of goals for 2011).  Saturday also marked the 4-year anniversary of my move from Seattle – which, in some ways, was the initial leap into really big adventure that’s still unfolding.  Needless…

“Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains.” -Elizabeth Bennet, “Pride and Prejudice”

I am climbing Mt. Princeton. And baby Zion is breathing on his own. That’s basically all I could ask for on my 29th birthday. I am super grateful to have made it through the past 12 very difficult months, and summoning as much hope as I can for the year ahead.

Nashville Miranda has been visiting this weekend, and on Saturday, we climbed Quandary Peak in our East Nasty shirts.  Miranda did awesome, because she is a hoss, and this brings my 14er total to 13. Depending on weather, I might climb yet another this coming weekend.  It’s still in the 80s in Denver.  I’m still…

It’s September 28, and on tap to be 92 degrees today.  While I am seriously perturbed at Denver’s unwillingness to budge into fall, the good news is that there is no snow in the mountains, and I was able to get several more 14ers under my belt this past Saturday. I did the Decalibron –…

Early in the summer, I bought the Buff.  Little did I know that it would become my trademark piece of mountain garb. This is what I look like every time I hike: high ponytail, crooked smile, and the Buff. It’s ridiculous.  And I love it.  People ask about it on every hike I find myself…

What did I [climb]: Pike’s Peak – all by myself, and SO FAST.  Seriously, I hope this doesn’t come off as all braggy-face of me, but I scampered up the entire mountain, and barely broke a sweat. Sir Edmund Hillary?  How about Sir ANNIE PARSONS. What did I [burn]: the backs of my calves.  Why…

Any weekend that includes both this and this – – is a good one. First of all, my blog friend Anastasia came to visit.  We had never met in real life before, but that didn’t stop her from driving 600 miles from Kansas City only to have me drag her out of bed at 4am…

On Friday morning, my dad and I left at 4am and drove for over 2 hours to hike for 6 and see only one other person all day.  It’s a very, very thin slice of the world’s population who will ever stand where we were on Friday – between the remote location and the 4-wheel…