Hanging in there

Given the greatly above freezing temps that surfaced for the first time since fall I went tree climbing instead of pulling plastic. I still miss the eternal Spring of Colorado but only an extended deep freeze can form a hundred foot struggle up icy bark into the highlight of the day.

Any wait is worth it

Since everyone else in the U.S. is anxiously awaiting super bowl commercial breaks I figured I would post one of the best climbing commercials ever made. Surely a place everyone would be glad to patronize


This one is more of a gym climbers wet dream.



And finally these good folks would like to remind us to get some tail as well.



With any luck the commercial appeal of climbing has run its course excepting the people who provided these entertaining glimpses of reality.

Gotta love the grin

This has been a good source of motivation to me for some time now. This is positively not the product of a posedown or any other falseness. Sending in Switzerland.

Structures that melt when wet

I hold no grudge against sobriety but have some fond memories of the recent bender. The best one had to be a pick-up line I offered to a rather suggestive glance when I stepped in between two girls to get to the bar. I don't remember it but both the bar back and the bartender had a good laugh at me the next morning when I stumbled back in for and eye opener. Apparently my answer to whatever she said while leaning across the bar was "I'm sorry, I'm not single, I'm a bum."

Gym fever?

The local has been driving me to drink. Somehow these pictures seem to sum up what the gym is doing to me. If I could figure out where to get the the sober lifestyle folk crap they play I'd stick a clip to this. As an act of minor rebellion I think I'll start bouldering in a harness and forget to where others see the need for them. MY NAME IS MIKE, AND I HAVE NOT CLIMBED OR DRANK FOR THREE DAYS.

Le jour de sa naissance

Time to take off soon.

Il entre dans le monde

Bouldering over lakeSuperior, originally uploaded by nevenneve.

The whole idea of having a blog seems like birthing a mooncalf, hence the name. Whether it ends up showcasing stupidity and craziness at least it will give an uninstructive view of days like this. Not the usual social register model.

moon⋅calf   /ˈmunˌkæf, -ˌkɑf/ [moon-kaf, -kahf]

1. a congenitally grossly deformed and mentally defective person.
2. a foolish person.
3. a person who spends time idly daydreaming.