The second zone we climbed at separated the climbers from the watchers. One of the guides scurried up both of the moderate routes, and then jumped about 12 meters into the water. Everyone in the boat was a little intimidated, but I jumped in the kayak and headed towards the ladder, refreshed from the delicious Thai lunch.
Give yourself a hi-five, you’re on Ton Sai
After turning in the kayak, we evaluated the options on Ton Sai for the best place to post up for New Years Eve. After perusing a few different places, we stumbled into one where a couple of guys were asking the audience if any one can play the drums. I stepped in, and proceeded to jam out with some other tourists playing an odd mix of mellow jazzy stuff with a touch of reggae when some local guys joined in. We played right up to the countdown, and then watched some pretty rad fireworks taking place on the beaches all around. It was a very different place compared to dancing in a bar in Silverton like I did the year prior, but both were undoubtedly some of the most fun I've ever had for New Years.
Пик Амангельды (Amangeldi Peak) – Autumn
Turns out I was to stay on the second floor of the shack, which turned into a night from hell. Russians and Kazakhs have a firm belief that heaters need to be on full blast at all times, and windows should never be opened for any reasons (this is also causing some sweaty problems at my apartment in Almaty). It was a long night between trying to sleep in a sauna and the sound of mice scurrying in the walls.
Some New Experiences in Moab
A Number of Firsts While Ice Climbing
Not only was it my first time climbing on vertical water ice, but it would be the first time I used quite a bit of shiny climbing equipment I purchased before parting ways with Bent Gate Mountaineering. My shiny pink rope would loose some shine, and all sorts of slings, carabiners, and accessary cord would garner some street cred-tarnish.
1st Multi-Pitch: 3rd Flatiron
I've been getting feedback that my blog is fairly male-dominated, which is unfortunate because all but one of my repeat-climbing partners over the summer have been some pretty awesome women. Erin saved my butt when I took a big whipper earlier this summer at Clear Creek, and recently left Denver for a five month adventure in Uganda, so I am proud to have gotten this one last climb in with her...[Read More]