Many photos, fewer words.
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Alex and I made the fall pilgrimage to the desert. First stop, Tucson and Mt. Lemmon. |
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Not so photogenic climbing, but amazing city-overlooking forested campsites. |
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Next stop, Cochise Stronghold. |
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Adventurous climbing, amazing setting. |
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Great light. |
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Border country, exemplified. |
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Yeah, that really happened. |
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And this happened: it rained. But we snuck through, apprehension notwithstanding. |
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Outlast the rain, beat the dark. |
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Same sunset, different angle. |
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Climber's dig Cochise, but the blue collar wild-loving scene is alive and well. |
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Dirt roads, deer, cows, and elaborate family campouts. |
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Head into Tombstone for a taste of Vegas meets Jackson Hole meets Big Pine (or Andes, NY) |
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More Tombstone |
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Alex's friend Larissa visited. |
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And we climbed. |
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And they photographed me. |
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It's like the fricken Serengheti out there. |
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Or like a different world, entirely. |
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The desert's poky. |
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The climbing is unique. |
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Anchors even more so. |
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The gal and her van |
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Mining the bottom of the foodbox for a festive Thanksgiving dinner. |
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Kitchen |
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Saguaro, jogging. |
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