the first move off the ground on a new route

the diamond on longs peak

chalk on your hands when the air is dry and cold

my partner jess, who belays like she means it

tommy caldwell's book the push

breakfast burritos from santiago's, the green chile

the flatirons at first light

a bomber hand jam in perfect vedauwoo granite

patagonia, the place, not the brand

black coffee from a thermos at the base of a wall

the grateful dead, specifically american beauty

my la sportiva miuras, resoled twice

indian creek in october

the moment you clip the chains and look down

cormac mccarthy's blood meridian

the commitment of stepping above your last piece of gear

elk on the trail at dawn

rest days, really committing to them

stars above camp, no light pollution, no sound