I burned away much of my twenties (and liver...) in frustrated Eastern Sierra Novembers. Too cold for alpine climbing, too dry yet for skiing, November became a time to drink and complain. Entering my 4th decade proved to be a turning point in many ways, but notable right now for the discovery of rock climbing in Arizona. Arizona's climbing is diverse, low-altitude and warm. It is uncrowded, close to home, and inspiring. Three Novembers in a row now, I've managed to escape the darkness with shorts-clad "vacation" climbing in the 48th state. Alex and I took some pretty pictures, which are destined to show up here soon enough. For now, enjoy a couple capturing warm and sunny border country, and one capturing my first ski tour of the year here in the Sierra. Mere hours separated relaxed vacationing and beautiful skiing!
|"Everyone, look that way. And keep looking..."|
|"...'Cause it's gonna get rail purty"|
|Tough desert critter that virtually glows. And a jumping cholla.|
|Back in the Sierra, skiing BC corn snow. Fer real.|