After spending a long weekend in Cooke, I was beckoned once again by the scale and availability of its spectacular objectives.
I couldn’t get the images of some of those lines out of my head and was fortunate enough to be able to load up, once again, and drive south. This time, with a solid crew from Salt Lake City, including my good amigo Jay Beyer.
We had decided to spend a few days camped up where I had spent the previous weekend, to put us in good position for a solid assault on some big lines at a moment’s notice. I took a scouting lap on my sled into the basin and found a stellar campsite in the trees located right below the immense wall, that I am nostalgically referring to as Churchbells. After a few laps of running the boys into camp, we set out to see if anything was moving, and show the SLC crew the spectacular arena surrounding us. I think they were impressed.
We got back to camp and, after a few bouts of the Old Crow, we attempted sleep amongst the titans that surrounded us. Morning 1; quick breakfast to ease the angst … READ MORE >