Well. . . Life is good. . . real good

I have been telling countless people that I am gonna start a blog. . . and here we go. I have been at the Hueco Rock Ranch for two weeks today near El Paso, Texas. Today is my first day back in the tanks after three buddies I met here in Hueco, Austin from Florida, and Tom and Mike from CO, and I left for four days to Last Chance Canyon in New Mexico. Hundreds of limestone sport routes. For those non climbers, sport is climbing with a rope. Here at Hueco, its mainly bouldering, or climbing not quite as high without ropes but with pads. Last Chance is a super secluded canyon an hour and a half from the nearest town. We ended up getting there friday night, but not before some major speedbumps. First Tom and Mike's van overheated, then I got pulled over, then we missed one turn once, and another twice (there is only two turns to get there, 45 minutes on a back road and 35 minutes on the worst forest service/dirt/foot high rock/makeshift gates/no signs at all road and we arrived on friday night. We could not find the camping so we pulled over in a clearing and made a huge pot of chili and called it a night. With two french presses of coffee in our system the next morning we departed, all four of us plus one dog, to find the climbing. After driving another 10 minutes on worsening road, our skepticism got the best of us and we stopped to figure out where the hell we were. We realized that we were on the wrong side of the canyon because we could see two climbers hiking down the other side. Back in the van, one 12 point turn, and 20 minutes later we were hiking down and had four days of excellent climbing. One day the wind was never calmer than 45 mph, one day Tom, his dog, and I came within 10 feet of a cougar, and another day Austin and Tom sent their hardest route ever.

Now I am back in El Paso, and back to endless boulders and endless projects, and a lifestyle that seems to be nearly perfect. I eat, sleep, and climb, and occasionally take a shower