|Alex watching the sky for forecast building weather.|
Later on in August I took off to Yosemite Valley to recertify my Wilderness First Responder credentials. Recertification is required every 2-3 years and always looms as a dreaded encumbrance. In actuality, it always ends up being a solid refresher and an energizing few days spent with quality like-minded colleagues. I even scored a few pitches in the Valley one evening.
|Mom and Dad watching the sky for cosmic inspiration.|
|Chad watching the sky. Above, below and all around.|
All of the work I scheduled for during their visit was day-trips. I tried to get them to come and find me in the field and see what it was I actually did out there. But I couldn't convince them. Mom seemed squeamish just thinking about cliffs and exposure and me tied to other people. Maybe she's right, I don't need to share everything. In any case, the closest I could get them to my "work" was a campfire with ol' Chad after a climb on Mt. Conness. Not that climbing with Chad feels much like work anymore.
Finally, wrapping up the summer (for me, mind you... Sierra summer 2012 will probably go on and on. We started in April, why stop now? I'm in icy and wet Washington for much of September. Stay tuned...) was a weekend of red-necked, sun-soaked and laugh-filled Bishop fun. After 10 years in town, I finally attended the Tri-County Fair and enjoyed a session of inner-tubing on the Owens. Also, what stretch of brainless desert debauchery would be complete without a round of dusty canal skiing? This session was unique in that those born before Castro took Cuba outnumbered the rest of us.