The desert has always inspired me with its clean crisp air and the stark contrast between the iron red dirt and cerulean sky. A time in my life existed where I would go to places like these for weeks at a time, climbing and soaking in the surroundings, while living virtually on pennies. Though it was a simple existence, it burned into my memory as a time of focus and reflection- – a period when I could breathe unobstructed by the constrictive ways of modern life. When each morning you would wake to the sunrise screams of Peregrine Falcons echoing from high sandstone walls, and observe the almost defiant way the desert sirens its guests in with an unnameable beauty, and stillness. Recently I had the chance to visit some of these places again with my friend Justin Griffin, a strong and talented climber from Bozeman with a lust for life. We had a week to soak up the sun, climb, and maybe get a chance to breathe.
Stop 1: City of Rocks
Eager, with the car ride taking a toll, we decided to stop for a quick pump in Idaho’s City of Rocks. Granite sport climbing seemed a great precursor … READ MORE >