Scott Glasberg's Blog

Mc's Act like they Don't Know

2011-11-06T11:20:00.000-08:00

Hey,
Intro:
So I'm back in San Diego.
Times were sorta hard coming back. The first week I came back I felt like sort of a leash. I didn't want to hang out with any of my old friends....I couldn't get myself too. I wanted to embark with new people, new activities and be taught by some wise people.. I have a new job as a skateboard instructor at the YMCA Encinitas where I teach kids the fundamentals of skateboarding. I am excited about this because now I get to be what I once looked up to when I was a kid. I have been out of town climbing the past 3 weekends and am constantly learning about how to conduct my life better and better. I have even found someone whom I enjoy being around (a pretty girl) and hopefully can show here (from time to time) a good time.

But there is a lot going on for me on a deeper or higher level right now....

Whatever you wanna call it.

So what you can do is play this song. Start reading my verses after the intro....("cause you know we don't flip flop") Thanks! I'll leave a song for your listening pleasure too! Thanks for reading!!

So let me break this down for ya:

Play the link above (KRS ONE) Read to the beat: (start after intro: "we don't flip flop") nod your f----- head.

You could call me un preachable, un lesson, talk about my life I'll bust yo ass with my smiff n wessun.
But where did that really get me? Between a rock and hard place and where people disrespect me.
But I didn't really want that. And Want my life back. And I'd do anything to get on track.
So I had to sit down, on the ground . peep the surrounding world in new view and listen to my life sounds.
This started first with a phone call. From A.C. the P.D. Letting me know I'm not a know and all.
He taught me a vital lesson. To use my life positively and focus in the right direction.
That was my first sign of recovery. that there was something right above me always looking down on me. This force stronger than myself. I learned to focus on my insides not get vexed on my current wealth.
I had to sit back in my chair. Think about actions I commit, run my fingers through my hair. Take a deep breath and stand up. Fill up m coffee cup and focus how I'll never give this up. Ask my self all types of questions.
In retrospection, you could call this a reflection.
Look at yourself and see yourself. In a situation, how did I react? And arrive at destination?

I had to learn from my actions. Which led to my current point....I call this life satisfaction.

Let's get back to the center. I had to enter. Into life as a contender. Life was always such a fight. I wasn't winning. So I had to start from the beginning.
The second lesson was listen. . This was a hard decision. But on the good life I was missing. I tuned my ears up to the wise. Waited out the storm til I saw clearly through my eyes and I could vocalize.
The largest lesson was that 'I don't know'. When you know everything...Theres a whole side that you don't. And that shit there's quite deep. Like when your at the lightest point , darkness is beginning to creep.

I've been focusing on my spiritual, and on my physical now my body is the miracle. I noticed the good starts to come. My life is young, count blessings from my thumb, and on one hand, because there's more where that.. came from my man.
MC's don't know....And I'm like that. Don't fuck with cause my knowledge tends to bite back. :) I'll keep this note short n sweet. I know nothing, thanks for reading to the beat.

And for your listening pleasure:

Thanks for peepin' my blog.
-Me, Scotty G

"Actio et Reactio"

2011-10-08T05:17:00.001-07:00

I'm currently kickin' it here in the Ft. Lauderdale Airport. I think I'm under an A.C. vent...But it feels good.
I've been out here in Miami for two months and two days. I'm really looking forward to getting back to San Diego.
I am going to be living in Leucadia, CA about 3 blocks from the beach in between Beacon'and Tamarack.
Definitely looking forward to waking up and going surfing for a morning session before I start off the day. If your not from SD. Usually the best time to surf is in the morning or late afternoon when the wind dies down because San Diego tends to have an onshore breeze during the day.
I have not been looking too far for a job, though I do have some bills to pay over the next year.
I have been doing a lot of networking since I've been in Florida and found out a few cool links I'd like to share.

This is Persue': Persue' lives in San Diego and has been writing prob. since I've been out of the womb. He reps with some of the best and most respected crews around and has done some really inspiring design work. If you read the article you will find out he is the president of a skate shoe company located in San Diego...The street the factory is on is Scott St. so I figured it was a a sign to get involved as much as possible. One of the first things will do besides find a good job before I start school next fall is get a pair of these shoes and show my support. Pursue' brothers also are the owners of HOME in Encinitas, CA. The history behind HOME is really interesting. There website is:

http://senseslost.com/interviews/persue-interview/

http://www.itsbunnykitty.blogspot.com/

Get these shoes
www.voxfootwear.com

http://www.amomentinyourlife.com/

Here's another link. I remember running into Outdoor Outreach back in the day at the Vertical Hold Sport Climbing Gym. I had been wondering about doing some volunteer work with some sort of Non-Profit when I get back home. I called OO and spoke to a nice women who informed me about the volunteer process. I printed out the request form and sent in volunteer inquiry. The big guy, Joe McLeod down at the Outreach program came across my climbing resume and was pretty impressed.
He inquired back to me about obtaining the Senior Climbing Instructor position that entailed driving a sixteen person van full of a bunch of eager kids out to Joshua Tree.
Over the years I've learned to not pass up an opportunity. So..I set up an interview and told him about my circumstances concerning my driver's license..(I don't have one anymore.) He appreciated my honesty. He honored my climbing experience/ and work with kids..and told me to get started on a volunteer level and simply work my way up. To me....that is fuel to the fire, not water to the flame. Here's the link below....
If you would like to get involved just sign up! I would be eager for anyone who wants to volunteer your time (surfing, climbing, hiking, biking) to hit me up so we can go to the volunteer orientation together and start ASAP.

http://www.outdooroutreach.org/get-involved/volunteer/overview/

I hope you check out all the links and get inspired.
Besides being super excited to get back home I've learned a few things out here to help me out in daily life. Maybe this could help you too.
I guess everything happens for a reason. Every situation that's put in front of you expects a reaction. You can react positively, negatively or not at all...The first and the last responses are what I'm getting at.
When a situation hits...and it's not what you wanted..or...you can't understand why it's there. Instead of reacting right off the bat....Sit back...Take a deep breath in and think: What the hell am I supposed to learn from this?....How can I react to this situation?....should I confront him/her?..Or just let it be?...Should I get mad?...or just take a really deep breath? If it's raining and I was supposed to go climb...Should I get bummed out and lay in bed and watch movies? Maybe...Or should I got out and search for new boulders and get muddy?
Every action has an equal but opposite reaction.
In Latin: "Actio et Reactio"
'we conclude that these two forces are themselves equal and opposite, i.e., that they compensate each other.'
This really doesn't much apply to how we react to things as humans on an emotional level...It was the first thing that came to mind when I thought about this idea. But basically...God is trying to teach me...and even you...I'm not talking about the god in the sky..I mean it can be...It can be an oak tree as far as I'm concerned..But whatever this force is coming from it's helping you and me to become a better person...It's putting obstacles in front of you to teach you how to react to them...
Someone takes twenty bucks from me. What am I gonna do? Confront him? Search his shit? Or just let it be?
Let's say I let it be....I form no accusations...nothing...I go on with my day and put the experience in the back of my mind. Even though I know who took it. All I do is treat him like I always have. Smile, Joke with him...Just go along being myself.
Pretty soon....He's gonna start to feel bad...or he'll keep on being a thief....Doesn't really matter to me. All I know is that one day he will get caught if he keeps stealing...And one day he's not gonna be so lucky he stole from me.
I listened to my God....(whatever it may be) and from that God somehow spoke through me to him...
Who knows maybe he will listen to god so much he'll feel so bad he will compensate somehow for what he did.
I'm not saying I'm an angel...I'm far from it...But, now I'm that much closer to it. Just as Hannah Morrow from Montreal told me...I guess you've learned what a lot of people 'spend their whole life searching for'...And that's enough for me...If I could learn how to improve myself through doing something so small as to just listening...Then so be it...
Oop. Boarding just started.
PEACE!

It's been a long while.

2011-10-02T12:05:00.000-07:00

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I left all this music here for you to listen to while you read my post...I was listening to some of these songs while I wrote it. It will make the reading a bit better !! Thank you so much for reading about what's been up!!!!
It's been quite a while shince I wrote about my experiences. I guesss since the last time I took a great trip that involved lots and lots of fun climbing was in 2010....Well I didn't waste too much time.
Over the course of a year a few major events have happened.
First Major event: I injured my knee. I was doing a heel hook at the Vertical Hold Sport Climbing Center http://verticalhold.com/ . I tore a ligament in the inside part of my leg. I literally was taking two small handholds (crimps for all you climbers) and using all my weight to lever myself to the next hold. I perched on my right heel to the point my right hip was touching the wall. My leg snapped.
That was a great deal of fun. NOT!
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Moving to San Francisco: Shortly after my injury I decided to keep up with exploring (which was always more important than climbing hard grades to me) I always knew that the best way to improve your climbing was to climb as many types of rock as possible. It's true....no matter if I was onsighting 12 c out in Rifle...and then hit the boulders in Southern Illinois I wasn't onsighting v6. It just didn't work. So I went to San Francisco to actually find a settling point. I ended up taking a break from climbing to let my knee start to heal...
I started to use my downtime in more non-productive ways. I began to party much more than I ever had. I enjoyed the city enviornment for it's adverse opportunities and cool bars and total melting pot culture. I used this opportunity to roam the city doing art and finding new 'friends'. What I didn't realize is that all of this partying would lead to a more destructive point in my life. One that I wish I could have taken back.
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I found myself falling. There was no rope to hold onto. My occupation was slowly dwindling, most people didn't want to hang around with me, and I spent most of this time by myself...My refuge was the bar where people seemed to be understanding of insanity. (alcoholism as far as I'm concerned is insanity....to continue drinking (in an uncontrolled way) while being somewhat aware of the destruction your causing yourself currently and in the future is so destructive.
I love the city. I lived in the Tenderloin...some may know this as the area you just don't walk after dark...But I lived there. The TL is going through a dentrification process...where the local upper class and middle class people are beginning to move in and restore some economy to the area (ussually with art shows from a lot of young aspiring artists) . The area is mostly known for the Federal Government housing and the inability for such to provide a safe haven for those earning there checks on social security. The idea behind this is that the months rent ussually sucks their money dry and for the rest of their month they are returned to a $0 basis leading to disease, horrible living conditions, drugs, prostitution, street life, and death.
On the up note...I did see the Giants win the World Series! "So as long as we have 'bread and circus'...Society will survive" Thanks Julias Ceaser
I worked for two companies while in San Francisco... A political campaign organization called
http://grassrootscampaigns.com/ and http://greenpeace.org/ .
If your looking for some work and want to benefit a cause...and are not sure how to help...Get with it.'
I moved back to San Diego where I became involved in the same vicious cycle of abusing alcohol. All I am willing to expose over the internet is that this damaging hobby was starting to really affet my relationships, how I conducted my self personally, and my run ins with authority. I began to realize I was DESTIN for death, jail, or a mental institution. I truly believed that...and that sad fact was....Is I didn't care...and wanted to.
http:// My Recovery: My life had began to take shapes of an unkown form, out a the norm. In a whirl whind caught in the storm. I was in a rock and a hard place. One's that used to admire me and hold me true as friends began to dissapear behind the shade trees (shady people) that started to be important in my life. Respect to all the people reading this who I hurt and I was mean to during his moment in my life.
My freedom was threatened and my mother came to me and expressed my need to get well. I am an alcoholic. I hit rock bottom and freedom was no where in sight.
I decided to surrender and get help. I came to Florida to get more insight into what was happening to me. I have a disease. The disease is alcoholism.

The water is warm here, the water is salty, and the girls are beautiful. The weather is sticky, the pavement is hot, the sun is hotter. The walls are painted, the place is far from home, I miss the trees , I miss the past, I am hopeful for the future. The frogs jump here, the lizards are quick, the faces are strange, the languages diverse, the beaches are nude, my face is clear. My thoughts race, I have found a god, I am being taught, I am teaching others, my future is becoming more clear. The streets are trash, the water hits the pavement, the fungus grows. I have a bible now. I rarely read it. I pray, I am imperfect, I am being used. I am being used to be more perfect. God talks through me..God talks through you. I am not afraid. I am strong when I am weak. I am weaker when I am strong. I am open minded. I have finished a few books. I am working the steps. I have made decisions for my future. I have a foundation for life. Life has a foundation for me. I don't want you. I don't want anyone. I want me....back. I'm Back.

I am looking forward to the time I lost drowning. Good thing It didn't take me any longer.
I am looking forward to all the things that I could not complete while I my disease over the past 15 years has taken away.
I am looking forward to be able to look at you and geniunly smile. I am looking forward to you looking back at me...and genuinely smiling back. I can't wait to smell the mountain air. To get in the water at six AM glass. I am looking forward to painting. I look forward to meeting new people. I look forward to meeting someone when I least expect it.
I am looking forward to life. Finally being able to live. I look forward to being able to sincerely listen. I am looking forward to the future and what it holds.
I am gonna go over to the gym right now and do some training to get back into climbing now. I will be sure to update my blog frequently now...So if you can ....subscribe and thanks for reading!!!!
-Scott

P.S. I would have put more of the songs I was listening to up but....This damn internet...

Short Video and Rainy Day Short Workout.

2010-02-19T12:30:00.001-08:00

Get 12 Pack O Beer Abs!
And heightened confidence levels with these lethal weapons!
1.Pulley under feet and behind back go down to shoulders and push back up..or use weights.
Bicep Curl you weakling!
Forearm work out...extend like a hitler youth but salute to the pull up gods.
Start at waist and extend to this point.
Rainy Day Short Opposition and core workout..

So...Here's how I sorta look at it. People always are worried about injury, and the best way to train.

The mind is the best thing to train. Always keep your fitness in mind. There are ways to pin point exactly what you need.

What you'll need for this short workout...You can do it daily to increase fitness, or rather do it on a rainy day.

You'll need some plastic pulleys or even 10-20 lbs weight to either mimik dumb bells or manifest.

So check it..

Sorta like Boot Camp Routine back in 08.

3 sets of 25 for all the pictures.

You can try to do the last lateral ones all in one go to get fully pumped.

Now that you look like a steroided out body builder....Get on your ass with either a partner standing on your feet.. or feet somehow secured.

Do as many sit ups as you can in 2 minutes.

Aim for 60 plus.

Then sit your ass back down....

and sit in about a 45 degree angle with your back as the angle and the floor as the base.

Twist your body back and forth side to side with your arms either crossed at chest or hands on ears.

Feel the Pain....

Do as many as you can in 2 minutes...Aim for 60....

Then watch this lame video!

From Texas to Central Cali.

2010-01-20T14:46:00.001-08:00

George and Sylvan for Gentile Photography.

Me leaving the Sport Climbing.

Me warming up at the Columbia JC Boulders. Photo:George Manriquez

Millions of Peaches...Peaches for me.

Going home to the West Coast was quite grounding. I left EP on the 12th of January and flew into Orange County. My biological mother; Richelle picked me up and we drove back to Yerbe Linda to eat pizza and meet her boyfriend Stuart and kick it on the Wii with my two younger bros: Matty and Joeseph. The following day I hung out with Stuart around the house and proceeded to meet my bo mom at her work.

She works in the eduacational department in the nutritional department....I met all her co workers and began a stay back in San Diego for about a week. As usual....back in San Diego was full of hanging with friends and family and visiting the local climbing gym....Vertical Hold.

I went to the gym about three times when I was home and ventured back to El Paso with a bit of a tweak in my left hand ring finger. Damn Plastic.

After returning to Hueco Tanks George Manriquez picked my ass up from the airport and laid down a proposition.

"Would you be down to go back to Cali"?

The job search hadn't been going that well, considering most jobs in EP you have to be Bi-langual to get. Unless you can shake yo' ass:).

The Black light party still went down as planned @ the Ranch and it took me till the day we left to recover. Monday morning I felt great. George wanted to hit the park back up to try and send "Babyface" I gave him my pad and told him "God's speed.. slice".

Back at the office I realized that going to San Diego would only put about an hour more onto the trip. George neared and we sat in the office showing him the bew beta through mapquest. He was down and we decided to spend the night and the next at my casa by the sunny coast of southern california.

The on Monday morning, Carlos, George and myself charged from San Diego to the central California location of Palo Alto to drop off Kern to visit his girlfriend and take care of some of his work for www. albertmasonmeinzer.com.

After dropping off Carlos, George and I ventured a bit South East to Escalon,CA. The land of peaches and Cream.

Georges family: Mother whom I call Ms. Manriquez and their younger daughter Theresa were warm and perfect house hosts to me. I do the dishes and help out as much as possible around the house.

The relentless pursuit to find a job in this economy has been taking up most of my time.

So far I have been interviewed for Mcdonalds and In Shape fitness. Not top of the line; but this is something I need to do.

The other potential opportunity, lies in Yosemtie Valley. I applied in Hueco for the DNC parks service. The potential jobs out in the Valley are resumed by previous employees while those who have not been employed need to stop the half step. Basically, I think what I must do is go to the Valley with George and personally confront the managers. Cross your fingers.

As far as the climbing goes, I have completed what I have came to see.

I shot so high and ith so much thought in the past. I was always about trying to picture what the future would look. Tell me this....When someone tells you of some area, some house, any where you might have not been but are going. How often does your vision match the exact reality of what that place really looks like? Not that f wordin' often?! Right. What I'm gettin' at is their is no way to really predict the outcome of the choices you make. Yeah, the obvious..Cause and effect. (hard work=pay off, bad choices=bad things)But, if you find out how to see into the future....let me know.

I'm just going with the flow now. I have climbing central to me, I have my motivation towards working, and I have a place to stay. Basically, I'm livin' it.

George and I got to check out Jailhouse. I am quite sure it's the best sport climbing in California besides Clark Mountain. I will be spending my time getting my climb on there.

Other spots that are central to me I am planning to visit are "Mickey's beach", Yosemite, Toulemne, Santa Cruz, and other obscure areas.

Since were a bit low on money we have been going to the local Modesto Gym, "Stonhenge" and gettin' our train on.

There is not a ton of hard stuff, but I have been making do to have some good old butt clenchin' fun.

Besides Jailhouse, George, Tanya, and myself visited the local Sonora Community College "Columbia JC" which is one of the more...shall I say interesting? bouldering areas I've been to. Nestled in this community college is hiking trail leading to a small collection of limestone deposits. The problems go from V0-v10 and provide for some fun bouldering.

With a good bouldering area, and some of the best hard sport climbing in California...I'm happy.

As soon as the loot starts rollin' in I plan to visit the Valley (if no job is secured) frequently and get my taste of climbing in the Valley for a summer. I am definately interested in getting more of a traditional background and doing some exciting and fun cross training in the valley. I am really motivated to climb my first 14a by the end of my twenty fourth year of my life.

Having this central location serves somewhat as a balance. A short stint to so cal, an hour from the city of San Fran. I'm finding myself in a good place. I want to work, and get aquainted with the surrounding areas. I'm trying not to think in the future. More so, keep my head straight and stay directed in the now. Like a man I met intersted in Buddhist philosophy, "everything just seems to work itself out."

OH yeah....I almost forgot. Geoerge's father Vince, hooked us up with an not so frequenct gig doing photography Gentiles Photography shooting sports potraits for little league to high school teams. The gigs are cool and pay well but for right now...I need money. Besides...it's a super cool opportunity and I am more than happy with Vince's effort to help both George and myself. I like who I work with. Keep checkin!
XO Everyone!

-Scooter

Just a check up

2010-01-12T10:31:00.001-08:00

The long lost child....can you see the resemblence?
From left top:Virgil, Gilbert, Katie, Scotty.....Second Row:JOe Gram, Matt, Mom, Uncle Tony..Bottom Row is Grandpa Rich.
The ranch during the Cryptochild Hangboard contest.
The beautfiul Vanessa Compton bartends Saki while Jason and I catch up a little bit.

Since the Cryptochild's hangboard pull up contest, I visited my biological family in Austin. Richelle Gutierrez (my bio mom) picked me up with my two half brothers: matty and Joe. We drove to a small town called Bastrop. Since I chose to find my long lost family; I feel that it is my responsibility to uphold frequent contact. Bastrop, was really cool. The area is very nice. I met my Granpa Rich. (richelle's father) I met my half sister Katie (she is 18) and I met Virgil (papa) who I had not seen since I was born on May 19th, 1986 (fuckin' crazy eh?) Virgil was the man to provide insurance when I was born. My first birth certificate reads:

Scott Fontenot

When given up for adoption, I had another birth certificate made:

Scott Glasberg

You ever met a motha ucka with two families and two identities.....Naw? You know me.....Pretty Coooool.

I also met Tony Turano, My uncle. Tony is real similar to me....except I don't think he likes to party like I do. :) He does like a lot of active things and rides bikes a lot. He lives in Portland Oregon....I really like Tony a lot. Ill be up there in April Region TonY!!!!!!

Here I am....Sittin' at the air puerto in El Paso. My buddy George Manriquez dropped me off this morning.

I'll be flying into Orange County where my biological mom will pick me up. I am looking forward to meeting her boyfriend Stuart; whom I've never met before. I'll hang out up in Yerba Linda for the night with my bros and mom and Stu.

The next day Richelle will drive me down to San Diego. I'm looking forward to a week back at home where I'll get to see my family, and friends. I am looking forward to getting out in the water, catch some waves, catch some rays, and hang with my close friends.

I need to find a job when I get back to EP because I am finally starting to run out of money. Sweet!!!! No JK.

While I'm writing this I am sitting in the Pheonix AeroPuerto. It's a nice airport. Sorta big. Pretty excited to get home.

I am trying to plan a party but I have to talk to my father, or find some one's place to throw it at. If you have any suggestions....Send me a shout on FACEBOOK.

While at home. I plan to hang out with friends, catch up with my family, pet my cat, enjoy the warm weather, and surf my brains out. I'll be training on plastic when back at the local Vertical Hold.

I am really proud of one of my best friends, I won't say any names; but I am excited to see her life becoming much more clear to her than over the summer. I talked to her the other night....her voice sounded more like a woman, more mature. I'm really proud and can't wait to see what's new.

As far as my boys....Carlos is headed out of town, I definately wanna to link up With Jack

"WHAT UP JACK!" Ben, Thomas, Berry, Taylor, Nate dog. if I left ya out you know I luv ya!

Carlos and I are going to meet up on the nineteenth. His only day in town. Though he does fly in that morning and leave that night...Busy boy....but somebody's gotta buy scotty a mansion. JK kern ;). PK, an old climbing friend wants to meet up too and have some beers. PK is Michelle K's Brother and climbed with me when I first started climbing about 6 years ago. He motivated me to have forearms that big...hahah JK.

The Ranch and Park has been really excellent. Working on the ranch I have acquired a really great set of friends. A shout to George, Mogley, Charles, Brian, Frank, Dave, Le Sean, Marc, and Neal. Oh yeah, Yuri, Val, Al. It's sorta like a big family. The coolest thing is that everyone climbs. One of the hardest things about my climbing life has been the lack of friends I have that climb. I think throughout High School and College, I brought only 2 or maybe 3 friends that I had known from my local area---climbing. I'm not saying I wished I had, But it is NICE to build with peers your age, and bond through a productive activity like Climbing.

I am getting along with everyone at the ranch and am looking forward to the rest of the time there.

Also big shout out to Austin Williams for coming through to the Tanks on his way to Florida. You shouldn't have bailed that mornin' Austin I got in Supa' quick bruddah. Anyways see you soon bro...was good having some local company out in the 'armpit of Texas.'

Jason, Abby, Joe, Collette, are also out not to mention the spring break kids that have been riding through.

I really enjoy working at the ranch. I am in charge of all the parties. We'll be hosting them at the house every saturday. So get yo O face on ..OH OH OH.

I think one of the coolest things that is exciting me is having built quite good relations with George, Mogley, and Le Sean. Instead of leaving a climbing area alone. We all plan to caravan to Bishop and then Yosemite Valley. This will be the first time....out of all my travelin' (which is a shit load of traveling) Am I spending the season with friends going from one world class destination to another. This will be my first summer i the valley. I got one goal. Do Midnight Lightning! And climb some valley V10's or some shiat. I just talked to my buddy Geiss out in Vegas. I am wanting to take a trip out there too....A ton of new Potosi Routes are going up and they are world class. The link I will be posting in a few days to his VEGAS CLIMBING website. Thanks Uncle G!

So here's a schedule of my upcoming activities.

Jan 12th- 20th......................San Diego (friends, family, job search, surf, skate, climb)

Jan 2oth- 29th......................Chrissy comes tto El Paso his first time in Eons.

Feb-March 4.........................Work in EP, partake and help for Rock Rodeo

March 4th...........................Head west with the Caravan to BIshop

April- Summer........................WOrk in the Yosemite Valley at a Job George can get (pizza) night bouldering ...Maybe save up for trip to Austin in the August Region to go DWS.

I'm trying to think If I left anything out....? I don't know...anways.....thanks for checkin' in....See ya'll soon.

A West Texas town in El Paso

2009-12-08T10:08:00.000-08:00

So.....

Right now El Paso seems to be the windy city. Today, officially is windy as shit. Waking up at my friend Antonio's we we're notified by the local police offica that a tree had been blown down in the front yard. We looked out front at the tree that had been yanked from the ground by mother nature's fury. The roots exposed facing the dusty sky while blocking all traffic.

The climbing out here has been pretty sweet so far.

I feel like after sport climbing a majority of the year, I am finding that bouldering seems to get me more physically worked.

The Park is beautiful. The season has hit, the ground already seeing 3 snow days in the oddest of places; West Texas, El Paso.

After leaving Gunnison, I am becoming attracted to a new area. The rock is here. It's not leaving. The local crew has been really cool, and both the Ranch and town seem to have really reasonable living costs. I could see myself using January-April to spend my energy climbing and working in El Paso.

The climbing in the park has been really cool. I have been applying myself on a few FA's I have found in the park.

The first I completed was a shorter version of the full extension traverse on the Nobody gets out of here alive boulder. the climbing begins with a crouching stand on the right (Southwest side the boulder. A sequence of technical moves that can be conquered with pure powerful bouldering moves, some being Dynamic. 10-13 moves lead to the lip of the Famous Nobody get out problem. That link was witnessed by Andrew Oliver a guide a Hueco. He recommended the name, "Everybody here is Dead" I figured the name was more than suitable. The entire link will then reverse nobody and exit out the back roof on an unamed boulder problem.The link to the roof is somewhere around v7 then reversing nobody stands at V2 and the exiting boulder problem is somewhere around a v5 so ? cool. It's a great way to kill 3 birds with one stone. Hey that's a good name too.

The next completed FA I called "Sistakayla" or "Jonezer Traverse". The route (if standing below See Spot Run ) is directly taking up about 12 to four o'clock in front of you. Maybe more like 1-4 on the visual clock. Anyways...It starts with a a v6/v7 move, traverses to a jug goes into a v5 sequence and then vinishes out the V2 traverse. I would call it a v7 FA. Richy from the climbing gear store was present and I named it after his sister Kayla who had visited this boulder on her first ever day climbing.

Basically, I have been running around Hueco finding something that doesn't have much traffic, and doing it. It fuels me to be creative and figure out how to get up the rock with no beta (info on how to complete the moves). If I can't do the climb my first time on it...The line turns into my project and I will astray from it till I do it. This is basically how the past few days have been. Warming up slightly and give my projects a good burn. I completed another right exit to a previous chalked climb, and the slightest placement of my foot was the key between doing and not doing the climb.

I will be submitting all these climbs not in the book to Wolverine Publishing when an update is needed.

I hope to develop maybe 6 or 7 FA's over the course of now till May.

So now all I have to complete is Everyone here is dead and I will be then able to move onto some cool established routes somewhere in the v10-v11 range.

My schedule:

Today- 12/20 -----Will be in the Tanks

12/20-26 ----------Austin with Richelle, Joe, Matt, Sheila, Virgil and Katie.

26- Jan. 1-5---------Hueco (if I find a job coming back to CA might be unecessary) But I will fly home for a few days.

jan 5-18----------------San Diego (tentative) Sign up for school

Jan- May------------El Paso and beyond.

I've talked to a few friends from back at home, and it was unfortunate that my cell phone was lost. Thanks for calling if you did. What I'm trying to get at is that when your gone for a certain while. Things slowly change. New buildings are erected, peoples situations change, you become closer to the end of this life daily. It makes you think about the things that are really important. Like Emotions, Love, Family, Passions. The decisions and ties we make now are the fabric of life.

I try and think about these things so I don't lose them. Or so I don't think it's the first time I've thought it. I think that's what makes the the fabric stronger, more profound, and powerful.

I tried to remember all the thoughts.

It could just be the wine.

But could it be when you think of me, our thoughts are intertwined.

I look into the night sky, and wonder if you think of me.

At this certain moment see the same thing that I see.

I'm obviously crazy, none of this could be true.

But what happens when I fall asleep and dream the same thing as you?

-Later Skaters.

Scotty

I'll update some pictures as soon as I get some uploaded so stop back or check the next link on Facebook

Can you please Fill me in?

2009-11-25T11:40:00.000-08:00

Me filming my Friend George from Hueco as he takes a picture. Stay tooned for Vid. comin' soon.
George about to make the Dyno on "T-Bone Shuffle"
Chris Lindner at Skyline Boulders, Crestebutte, CO.

THis month's issue of Deadpoint features C.L. with me belaying...(see) on his Undone Project on the 'Pebble Boulder' near "area 51" in West Virginia. The routes sick yo....Like v13 boulder problem or v12 or somethin to 13 d climbing prob....then another v12 huck for the jug. Prob. WV's first 15a or 14 d.

So....It's been a while.

How are you? How ya' been?

Good, Good. I am glad.

Now let me catch up with you. Sinch March the last time we talked.

After Baja I chose to chill back in San Diego, Ca for about a month. Chris LIndner and I would meet back in one month to start the venture X-country to West Virginia.

When at home I hung out with friends. Did some surfing. But mostly partied a lot. Sorry....a boy's gotta party sometimes before he starts settlin' down. Ain't that true? True.

So after having a great time at the beach, and party with all mon amies. I took off for Las Vegas to Pick up C.L. at his house that him and his girlfriend Jodi we're in the midst of selling.

So we started drivin. 48 hours, bud. Straight up and down no sleep, RPM's rotating on the pavement like the thoughts that rotated in my head about my lost love. I am a good co-pilot for the sleep deprived chris; who's total loss of sleep totaled 72 hours due to packing the day and all night the night before I arrived in Vegas. I keep a brotha' entertained.

Anyways so the W. VIrginia Trip went down....Cool. Lot's of routes, some bouldering tours from DPM's M. Stark, New River Rendevous partying and the most hectic photo shoot I have ever taken place in. My legs were chaffed from sittin' in my harness for some damn long I had to coat them in Neosporin with pain relief. All in all it paid off. Check this month's issue at:

Dead Point Magazine's Website. In the New RIver section you'll see me with the classic belay prop for Chrissy. WURD!

So I had been traveling for a while at that point. My whole year...Since September! 9 or ten months exploring the rock climbing of N. America. I needed some time off. I went home to San Diego On June 1st.

For about 3 months I basically lost all motivation to crank. Although I was working at the climbing gym; my time outside of the gym was not spent training for climbing but more how to hang in college during a drinking contest. My strength dwindled as my motivation grew to become the man that I used to be. Obsessed with climbing and determined to be physically and mentally at my peak.

San Diego was amazing. I did some very close relationships with some new people who mean a lot to me. Faye, Sara, Matty, Rocky, Mary and countless others I got to see after being absent for over a year.

During this time back home I also was re-united with my Birth Parents.

In West Virginia I mad a pact with myself to find my birthparents. Eventually, while back in San Diego. With a little work each day, I finally got in contact with my Cousin Kim who relayed the message both to my Biolgoical MOther "RIchelle Turano" or Gutirrez (turano was the original name I found) and Larry Mullock. My father lived in Long Beach as a Police Officer..

Remarried and with Chrildren Larry was pleased to hang with me, but unfortunately cannot introduce me to my younger half siblings because he feels they are too young.

Richelle was a bit more open to the idea and was a very spiritually enlightening experience.

I told my lover when I was with her that I wanted her help to find my biological parents. When she disappeared and told me she 'didn't love me anymore' my quest to find where I came from became ever more passionate.

I now have a realtionship with both my Birth Parents, my half Brother Matty, and Joe, My grandma Sheila, Aunt Sandy and Cousin Kimmy. In december, I'll be getting picked up in El Paso and heading to Austin to meet Virgil my grandpa, my half sister, and who ever else may come. I am pretty psyched for that and getting to see some of the climbing in Austin. I also met my Great Grandfather who is a totally rad old dude.

A few friends were with me on this amazing journey to meet my relatives. For those who were there....you know who you are....I'll hold that close to my heart forever. thanks Faybz.

Don't get it twisted. There will never be any replacement for Bob and Meredith...EVer. But, It was really nice to finally found where I came from.

After staying in San Diego for a while. The partying life became more than I could handle.

C.L. Saw I was slipping so he called me up and told me he wanted to help me get back on my freet. Get crankin' again, and there was an open spot on his couch till I got on my feet and got my own place. I drove out to Gunnison, Colorado to do just this. We climbed almost everyday, training at Western College gym and spending the weekends at the Fortress of Solitude by Rifle Mtn. Park.

I finally found a job as a breakfast attendant and laundry man at the Local 'Affordable Inn'. The job sucked. But it paid the billz and was full time. 6 am to 1 or 3 p.m. So either I was off early or off with just enough time to climb outside or get a solid night in at the gym.

I started getting some friends around the area that liked to Climb and hang out so that was nice. They even took me boardin.' Thanks JOsh, Mike and JOel, and dudley for the killer time! It was bad ass. The day I was going to get my apartment I was laid off my job because of the lack of work and customers that were coming through.

So....I was sorta unpyched on staying in some cold ass ground for the winter so I decided to use the two paychecks I had earned to head down to Hueco Tanks Historic Site to enjoy some of the best bouldering in the nation.

So that's where I'm at now. I'm actually like 5 minutes from Juarez right now coping some internet service in a little mexican restaraunt. I am working at the Hueco Rock Ranch in exchange for free camping. The climbing is really good and I am getting back into good shape. Right now we're all preparing for TanksGiving, at the Rock Ranch.

Happy Holidays.

While in Hueco I'm hoping to put a V11 under my belt. That's my real goal . I have a few in mind but I think I am gonna go for 'Dark Age' the sit start to 'See Spot Run' Wish me luck.

LOVE YOU!

March To Baja Video.

2009-10-15T10:00:00.000-07:00

Thanks to a new Computer Hard Drive you can now....

Check out the Baja Trip!

In March 2009, Kevin Worrall, La Jolla Dave, Sean Shannon, Chris Lindner and Scotty Glasberg ventured deep down into Baja to explore what we had heard to be Baja's next best. The trip takes some interesting turn of events. Winding down and Back up the Peninsula, we encountered everything from Rabid Skunk Bites to Cheeba Herding. Come along for the ride. And don't forget your cerveza.

Birth Daze

2009-05-19T07:55:00.000-07:00

The whisp from the hair of a beautiful woman.
The imagination that lies deep within a human.
The smell that intrigues me and takes over reality,
those who are bored virtue punctuality.
Argue a point whether or not it has valadity (validity)
Emotion rules life, and if you don't let it out. Yourself is left in, and never can shout.
Your eyes are the portal, when I look at your mind, release inhibitions that keep your world in a bind.
There is no such word as perfect and stillness, especially when people evade to the killings. To believe in stature, is a posture of the sober. Let my forceful angry winds of nature blow you over.
Your hair is so long, I can't see your eyes. A tactic of mine to remain un-hypnotized.
Do you judge me? Do you fine me attractive or bait? Do you know that love can turn into hate? Did you know what I have gone through before? And if you did know would it settle the score? Would you praise me or paste me in latest magazines, with eyes glued and minds used by all the young teens. With everyone wanting to be just like me. The true heroes are those that we rarely see.
With colors that bleed to be seen psychedelically with patterns so deep you can't really be, seeing what you are really trying to see, the patterns of life are inside of me. So touch me and squeeze me, and do you love me too. Grabbing your hair while my skins glued to you. Toe Curling, minds whirling, with candle flicker. The time clock, as our minds watch the see-sawing wicker. A metronome, a heartbeat, a pulsating heart, what I find in the end's full-circle from the start.
As I take my head up from the world I was once in. I look up to a picture to let out a grin. To realize that sight is to let color in, to your eyes and realize that you must begin. On an awesome journey that starts every second. That these beautiful thoughts that have always beckond, that life is changing at every second, but memories and myself remain same so I reckon.

LOVE YOU EVERYONE. Thanks for readin'.

-May 19, 2008 23 Yrs. @ Cathedral Coffee in Fayeteville, WV.

New River Rendevous:

2009-05-11T11:46:00.000-07:00

Here's me at Seneca rocks for the Cinco De Mayo Party.
Here's Justin, JD, Leo and I hiking up to the top of Seneca. Courtesy of Friksn Climbing.
Me at Diogi's Mexican Food on Cinco De Mayo.
Me doing a roof extension at the "Junkyard Roof" I felt like this was a rad problem, because the rest day let me visit 3 areas in one day.

Proceeding Baja, I decided to kick it at home for a bit to reminice with my friends and others I had wanted to see. My prospects for the near future were to make an excursion to the NE of the United States, and visit the Renown Climbing of the New River Gorge. The New is nestled anywhere. The cliffs of sandstone scatter amongst the lush, green environment. From fast flowing rivers that roll like thunder when the rain starts poaring, and provide no shielding from the elements. To calm, riverside overhangs that tend to the rainy days you may incur.
Chris and Jimmy from Vegas, met me in San Diego after a day of packing up Chris Lindner's house in Vegas. Chris prepared a U-Haul for a move from Vegas to traveling and exploring for a bit with his girlfriend in Various Areas. I woke, met Chris and Jimmy at the U-haul storage and we rode off east for an adventure that would take over 40 hours to reach our destination.
Jimmy had to be dropped off in Vegas to his house next to Chris's old place. See Jimmy was just along for 1/9 of the trip, for he was staying in Vegas with his wife.
Chris Packed up any belongings for the trip and left a house which he called "Home" for the last two years.
That night Chris and I cut down a 40 minute hike into a 25 minute jaunt up to a newly established climbing area near Mesquite, NV called the "Ballin' Alley". We had an obligation to clean the draws at the cliff, so we'd have enough for our month long adventure.
The route we were to take was the 15 freeway to the 17 headed east all the way to 64 somewhere around the east coast.
Only about 4 out of our 40 hour sprints did we get some shut eye. The first right outside of Denver in approach to Kansas, and the next somewhere in Illinois. On several occasions Chris and I found are selves dilluisional to a certain extent.
We drove and drove along the lands, in Seneca Rocks where we would land. Where is Syneca Rocks you ask?
Around the SE portion of the state of West Virginia lies a Quartzite Monlithic Spires. The town below is incredibly small where a general store called "Yokum's" and "Gendarme" climbing holds it down. Getting there we greeted new mates, the Legendary Captain Kurt Smith and his wife Alaina. The Friksn Krew was out there so we all decided to take a hike to the top of Syneca after a beer. That night the 4th annual Cinco de Mayo party went down. Lot's of campers and people from all over came out to have fun, drink, watch C.L's slideshow, and well... party. The night went on late, and Chris and I crashed out after a nice freestyle and laugh session in the Friksn party van. As the rain poured, my thoughts seemed to seep off the balcony's horizonatal boards, down to the ground below. We woke up on the second story balcony of the Ac's and Diane's balcony. I then sluggishly walked in the kitchen to claim my pancakes to ease the pain from the evening's events, that still seemed to linger heavily between my eyes and head.
That day we took off to Fayetville, WV to set up camp in Kurt Smith's backyard. The backyard we've come to know as "Camp de Kurt." For a monthly fee of dishes at night and garden building we earn our right to be in such fine quarters. Besides the 10:50 p.m. or the 1 a.m. bedtime call; between wake-up time and then, the house and town is ours for what we need. The rule is just to keep everything more clean than you found it. So besides climbing my ass off, I'll come home with some more character.
The climbing has been cool. There's been alot of rain but we've managed to climb at some cool areas. The colleseum tends to the rainy days, where I'm projecting a stiff 5.13 b called "Pod". Since I hadn't climbed for about 1 month I'm trying to redpoint a cool route and to climb more fitness oriented routes to get back to where I was in the Fall. Chris put some draws up on a really cool route called "Still life" which involves a henious crux at the finishing headwall.
Matt Stark, from Dead Point Magazine took us bouldering on one occasion, which turned out to be more of a rain scramble through high river rushings and moss tree scramblin'. On top of it, at the end, we ended up losing Matt's dog. The day turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We walked over a railroad track bridge, back to the cars and went on with our Cinco De Mayo festivities.
The area is pretty cool. Everyone is preparing for the New River Rendevous and I'm trying to help out as much as I can.
Porter, one of the area locals climbed with us one day at an area dubbed, "The Endless Wall". The wall can be endless if you want it to, you just have to think of it that way.
The walls drift down a gorge filled with trees that bloom from the water's gift.
And where the cliffs reside we chose to climb.
Hardened Sandstone was divine, rolling like the water below.
Chris decided to hang some bolts on a project. The line was typical of projects here, stellar climbing, up to a stopper crux. This project, like "Still Life" at the Colleseum both offered their asthetic glory, which apparently offers the most killer routes.
I hadn't climbed for a while so I ran some laps on some moderate climbs with well-versed climber, Porter Jerrard. We hiked out, stopped by a quick south east climber's coalition meeting, and then went home to eat and watch the playoffs.
Mikey Williams, a Fayetville local and current strong hardman, picked us up from the local climbing shop to take us to an area named "The Meadow". We rode in "Roadkill's" van with an upcoming aspiring photographer named Dan Heller. Dan's got some o.k. photos, but his fitness and lack of climbing experience does complicate obtaining his goal.
The Meadow's a long cliff of concrete sandstone on the other side of a gravel road adjacent to a narrow river tributary. The climbing is steep, continuous and very exciting. Chris was interested in a bolted project and worked on this for our first day cuplet. I really wanted to work on my fitness to do "P.O.D." so found myself working a fitness oriented 13 a. Not climbing much, nor training for a month since St.George, I found myself falling at the last bolt before the top on this full length beauty sprint. That's fine with me though, I am happy to be climbing at the level that I am without training or climbing, not to mention hanging with friends a lot.
Now that the Rendevous is getting started we headed out one more day out to "Area 51" with a caravan of people.
The New River Rendevous is located at Burnwood Camprgound on the 19 freeway before the sweeping bridge that leaps over the gushing New River.
Yesterday morning I was awaken by a militaristic call from Chris Lindner. Rushing out to the car to meet up with San Diego Native, climber, and Evolve Representative Buck Branson, and Chris; my pants were not even saftened. I soon found myself at Kenny Parker's newly erected abode. The land out here is really cheap. People are living in well sized quarters on 300+ to 700- dollar mortages. This is the place to move if you have a sweet heart and want nothing else to do but climb on some of the best rock in the country, kayak, and hang with some of the most down to earth friendly people on earth.
Back to my story, Kenny built a californiaesque 3 or 4 story crib, that really struck me as very honorable. Kenny's kind face implied that my thoughts had been well sent.
The three of us San Diegans loaded up a trailer with climbing walls for the climbing competition at Burnwood campground and took off back to the house.
Moses, Metolious's representative from Bend, Oregon greeted us there with a bundle of energy and a sharp smile as he peered from behind his spectacles.
Kurt had a project.
Using the dirt from the a house that the neighbor had bought and then burned down publically, our assignment was to fill a perimeter of railroad ties with soilable dirt. Kurt wanted to grow some Rhododendron for his wife Alaina.
So for the next few hours, this is what we did. Shoveled, loaded, and dumped dirt back and forth, back and forth.
We soon completed are task for what it was worth and this night was the night of the dealer camp. We had a party at Kurt's, met some great folks, and actually made friends with a really nice young folks. More on that later.
The rest of the weekend was spent getting stuff ready for the New River Rendevous. We have gathered a ton of great friends out here. It is really one of the only places I have went, and felt totally at home and comfortable. It's one of those trips where I don't want to go home; it could be just easier to stay or move somewhere out here.
Kurt Smith (the general) gave me instructions to do the art for the background of the band. This made yesterday quite leisure and fun. I figured that if I wasn't thinking about time, finishing the project; it is something that I love to do.
More and more people started coming in. Everything from Lynn Hill to grungy dirt bags stealing gear; the NRR 09' brought in some interesting folks. I had a fun time meeting new people and creating new relations. I got to ketchup with some folks from Petzl, Friksn, Metolious, Evolve, So Ill and Cryptochild, and OdUb. You know, the regular traveling sponsors.
I got my groove on on the dance floor, and quickly got a call to head to this house party. Dario, from the Red took as to a real fatty cabin. 20 rooms and 1 jacuzzi. Anyone down?
So here we are all sitting around the couch. With the games starting, eyes are shutting. It's been a long couple weeks, and we're all pretty cashed. The weather just cooled and this week will be dedicated to spending as much time climbing as we can.
Next week, we leave for Greenbourough, NC where I will hopefully meet up with my friend Mackenzie whom I met over the weekend. The plan is to meet up with our friend Tyson (from San Diego) and go check out the world class bouldering in Boone, NC. Locals Pat and Jessa will be there to guide us on our adventure.
From there, we'll drive into Colorado, to attend a wedding for my friend Eric Harrison or EZ. EZ took me out climbing my first time at the Tramway, CA. If I'm not able to attend whole wedding, I'll either go ketchup with friends in boulder, or visiit other's in Fort Collins. Besides that, I'll be home for the month of June, and have some interesting prospects that I'm willing to grab for my future.
I'll end the update with some words:
The trip was long, as my mind was the same, thoughts resided which I couldn't tame. I couldn't beleive it I needed what I had not. Not realizing the present is all that I've got. A call, a note, but nothing felt genuine, my body was idle but filled with adrenaline. For what I was asking, there was no more rush, no anticipation, no blush, and no one to touch. I didn't realize what Full Circle had meant, that to make something new, you first have to invent. With the next turn, or corner I cross, is a step into leisure or life's albatross. Please take a chance, to look deep in my eyes; I'll tell you myself, no lies, no disguise.

A Baja, California Adventure

2009-05-04T18:48:00.000-07:00

Check out www.asanaclimbing.blogspot.com to read about the Baja, California vacation.

AND

Check out chrislindner.com for more info.

St. George Synopsis

2009-03-08T15:07:00.000-07:00

Hey,
Whats goin' on everyone. I'm about to tell you what has begun. I say begun, because my this is of the past. To write down my words is to make them last.
A man to remember rubber on the road, has dreams of real stature,that light then explode. The might of the man immeasurable to that of a beast, because a man becomes distracted to what a beast can reach. Too many signs, and lights, the deafening sound, too much to grasp what is all around. In this moment, an oppenent, we sometimes choose to forget, when the mirror image becomes a threat.
And on the road I have chose to beaten, fluidly seeping through earths deep end. Immersed in a nights sky of rotation and wonder, intrigued only by the speech of mother natures thunder. My voice is not big, not a stream nor a tree. How much of a human can we actually be? While love is tugging, and your belly is aching, reach deep into yourself and put back whats been taken. The words might be right on the tip of your toung, the voice of your choice that makes quiver, when sung. And please sing to me, like I did to you, for I rue the actions that make man a fool.
Acorns that've swayed scorned weave under your feet, yourself natural, while things that revolve around you to meet, are quite factual and actually are nice to defeat.
two oxymorons can't coexist peacefully, thats why I choose to be me frequently.
The climbing is great out here in St. George, tomorrow we'll go to the Virgin River Gorge,
We already went to a few different spots, if your thinking was their climbing, of course there was lots. With all kind of rocks in and abundant amount, so many feet that I couldn't count.
The first spot we hit was called "Soul Asylum", the "Gorilla cliffs" sit right next beside them. A small cave and cliff shaded in the A.M. while the sun rotated, we just sat belayin. Baskin and screamin' and havin a ball, there was no real time to adminster falls. This was the first day, so we hiked up quite a long hill, to see a cliff called "The diamond" was shinin' for afternoon thrills. Walking back to the car and jump into my bed to let go of the thoughts that reside in your head.
Dream and wake up and and just to move on, staring into the dawn a new day has begun.
To Sin City we chose to drive, at my friend, Chris's where we would arrive. To stay one night, and head out on the next, to hike to the "Ballin' Alley", that get's the legs vexed. The pack were heavy, for the night we would stay, we had to meet Damon [Vaughan] who was on his way. Chris, Ryan, Damon, and I hiked into the night with potion for lotion looking at the stars light. Where we sat and then slept, to wake up and find, an already poured cup of the finest mountain grind. Sending the route, I fell off before, of course at the anchors I yelled out "ROAR!"
At the end of the day we chose to hike down, " A du" Chris and Jodi as I gave them a pound. Keep right and keep tight for I know that ain't no problem, because if there was yo, those two would solve em. The Cathedral was a steeple of overhung rock, we sent a and spent all the time on the clock. Camping and vamping while amping on thangs, bluegrass over pass with the tunes we would sing. Late into the night, huddle watching flicks, dissing and hissing and laughing over kicks. If thrills were drills the we'd ace em' all, but I heard in the distance the "Chuckwalla" cliff call. A small ball of wall, with textured sandstone, 7 or 8 pitches of riches got our skills honed. While Pablo and Jamie, helped me find my phone. Back to the house where we'd share times of good. "Should we go to 'Snow Canyon'"
"We probably should."
So the next day, the crest's played games with the sun, "livin' on the edge" (5.10 c 3 pictches) had just begun. We climbed and rapped and ventured south a bit, to the "Doc House" the rock house of sandstone well lit. One pitch, two pitch, three pitch four, How many pitches can you do before your sore. "Let's bail I gave a wail, sent out to my crew, if my honey'd catch some sunny than I'd be out with true. Get it, don't forget it, let it last like some candy, if bunny be my honey than her name I would brand see. Mexican back again to the house we would go, after dinner, felt a winner, let the shower steam blow. Crack a drink make me think, with my crew sittin' back, wack channel click the panel and make the screen black. Wish I could kick the stick but it keeps comin' back.
The next day was the last day for Jamie and Pablo, I took my car not real far, to a boulder field called "Moe"'s. Valley was the alley that had all the sick joints, by joints, I mean the problems, and we'd tally up points. of all grades, from different stages and experience, climbing takes a lot of work and perserverance.
That's why I sit it here, trying not to forget, all the time that it took to get here and the gallons of sweat. Pouring, and swearing, and meditating from me, in my next life, set as lichen or a tree. With my girl standing next to me, like flower in wind, shes the next day the best day with pride stand proud with my kin. Fateful is debateful, and I'll wait to see, if the one that I love, is truly cut out for me. And if not, then I've got, to return where I've been, because there is no prize when theres no game to win.

Thank for reading.
Thanks to Noah Harper for telling me to keep up with my writing.

First Ascent Video

2009-02-03T13:02:00.000-08:00

Welcome Everyone.

First of all Happy New Year..

I got back from my Road Trip and went to Utah for a few weeks with my father.

I did some climbing out there and hung out with old friends like Noah, Dana, and even Chris came up to enjoy the festivities.

Getting home we continued to develop the dessert of Culp Valley, and got some climbing in @ Mt. Woodson.

I gotta get out on the road again though. Staying at home I finally acumulated a 75 inch mattress and need get my car together.

I have been climbing but definately not as much when I was able to wake up next to beautiful rocks.

I plan to take off where I can get the most climbing in.

I took this semester off school. I really need to work on what I love, and I love to climb. This way I can apply myself in the job market (which I know isn't too swell, but...)

Plans are to eventually meet up with Ryan from Fort Collins, CO in Vegas where we're gonna' go hang out in St. George where Ryan's mom also happens to live.

Dope.

I will also be working on a video for Asana Climbing about climbing safety so stay tuned for that. Fortunately, my dad is able to hook me up with a camera. I am really grateful that my parents support my climbing. Although, this trip will be about branching away from home; I still see my father's sharing and my mom's support as motivation to persue, dedicate, and commit to obstacles I know , with perservierence I can achieve.

I made a video out of the footage I captured at Culp Valley.

This problem is super rad.

The rock is a protruding figure with a knobby arete on the left side. To the way right is a gravely crack with maybe some more potential on the very far right. Nestled in between is a monolith gray in color. A jump start to this feature leaves you hanging while the challenging moves are ahead. A killer all out deadpoint to a solid patina feature in a seam leaves 1 foot hanging and another 12 feet of climbing on a direct line that hadn't been climbed.

The camera battery was low so we switched off the cameras and continued to climb our hearts out. I nailed another 1st ascent that starts below a roof and involves a series of using technique with dynamic movement to move out of the roof to a series of left hand bumps to big moves and a technical mantel. Really fun. I was really happy with that trip out to Culp. I took my friend who had never been outdoors, out.

Hope you enjoy the video, and hope your all doing well. Check out the link below to check out the new video.

Should be around San Diego setting up my car. See ya' out there.

Hope the video creates some inspires some emotion.

Stay tuned for a great year.

Til' then I'll be trying to hard keep motivated and in shape.

Peace.

YouTube - Culp Valley "Syrup"

PROBAR!

2009-01-05T18:31:00.000-08:00

Just got hooked up with Pro Bar Nutritional Food Bars!

Very excited to be representing such a wholesome company.

Leaving Mexico Tomorrow for Heuco, with a long awaited rest back home to see my loved ones, and friends.

Mexico was quite an ordeal....More on this later.

Went to an area called Culo De Gato today...Bomber Sport Climbing...El Protero is definately is of high interest for myself in the future.

Hanging out in Portero

2009-01-01T09:38:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone,

Just another quick blog post.

I only have about ten minutes because I am leaving for a sport climbing area in Mexico called El Salto.

So far the trip has been a bit strange. We got held up in Del Rio for a boggy 2 days, and to our surprise, stumbled on some climbing on some limestone along the Del Rio in Amistad National Park. Beautiful area, if you haven't seen it.

So we got down to Mexico and was informed within the first few days that Ruben wanted to spend more time climbing with his girlfriend and local Eguardo Baca (who was supposed to be my partner in Rifle).

Unfortunately I had to resort to partner finding tactics to climb..So far that hasn't been much of an ordeal, though I haven't really established a project, and am not really seeing what I really want to check out..

I have been climbing a lot of random climbs, learning to just settle, respecting a climbing day as not trying to send your latest project all the time, but also learn to love those days where you just go with the flow.

So today I've convinced my road trip partners (the originals) that it's a good idea to go to El Salto (which is another sport area) which we head to today. Two Days there, two days back here, and then back home for me.

Happy New Year everyone.

Spanish Caravan

2008-12-04T20:24:00.000-08:00

I got a call the other day from old time slope ripper and climber friend Jack Howard.

"Scooter. Where ya' at?"

" My mind had no escape from that car. I had no ability to stretch my arms, move my legs, while I sat like a pile of mush my brain squirmed like a dying toad, struggling to free itself from the clutches of mortality. "

I only have about 30 minus minutes to work this blog so I'm gonna make it real sweet like.

Right now, I sit with a cup of coffee in a dark motel room accompanied by 2 of the greatest partners. Ruben Mariscal and his friend Eva Puid. Today we're leaving for Monterey, Mexico, while yesterday, was an epic adventure.

Ruben, after an email to him declaring what we specifically needed to cross the border, forgot the Car Title, and Vehicle Registration. We had to turn around and get back to the states. Plans are to drive to the city of Monterey where we'll climb at El Protrero Chico. We also are showing interest in the single pitch sport area called El Salto. Rest days, I'll soak in the culture documenting as much as I can photographically and mentally.

So from Jersey, I traveled to Chattanooga, Tennessee. Chat town has some of the best climbing around. Not to mention chat town as an artistic and educational hub; there are more than 20 quality climbing areas within thirty minutes of town. I stayed with the generous Ryan Johnson and Audrey Robertson for about three weeks. We hit up areas like B Rock, Little Rock City, Dayton Roof, Foster Falls, and on the way out stopped at Horse Pens 40. I also climbed in the Triple Crown bouldering comp. I realized it's best to climb in a bouldering competition when your in shape for bouldering, and also have rest. As far as rest goes, I havn't been doing much of that. I climb almost everyday, and enjoy being outside more than anything.

From Chat I drove to Heuco Tanks with short stop at Horse Pens 40 for an afternoon session with Chris Sierzant and his other buddy, who's rad, but I can't seem to remember his nombre.

I drove without stopping the next day to Hueco Tanks in El Paso, Texas; one of my favorite spots to climb. The history of Hueco tanks is rich in culture, which makes Heuco a magical place to stay. Getting in the park hasn't been too tough, though I have spent most of the nights in front of the gate. I was not resting much, so my first day of bouldering was probably my strongest. The first day totaled about a 35 points, meaning I completed about 4-5 good moderates and a couple easier routes. Considering I havn't been bouldering much, I was pretty psyched. Besides doing a lot of moderate climbs I have been hopping on a lot of harder stuff towards the end of the day. I think this tactic makes gets me stronger. I attempt them when weak, so when I am rested and strong; I might just float em'.

Ok so thirty minutes is approaching and I should probably get everything together. On a final note, I got two A's in school, and am excited to continue my education. I'm not sure what I want to do for this next semester. I really want to work on some personal projects. Maybe a small clothing company for surfers, climbers, and skaters; while also getting into videography and photography. I would also like to continue playing music and song writing as well. My hopes to help people in need has not ceased. My mother and I have plans to donate a couple of days to habitat for humanity when I get home. I also have hopes of finding a place to live where I can work on climbing projects while working a normal job and going to school.

Alright, well, enough from me, and time to get back to your daily adventures.

Remember, if you havn't seen it check out my website for my MAT 125 class, @ http://mat.miracosta.edu/MAT125online/1homework/Final%5FProject/Glasberg/ and also don't forget to check out the newest blog at Asanaclimbing.blogspot.com.

Be safe and have fun. Thanks for reading.

"i'm goin' to Jackson"

2008-11-15T10:56:00.000-08:00

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It's been a while since I updated everyone on my progress.
I guess I feel that I always had to put something poetic or creative in the blog, but counter productively; it's affecting status updates.

Rifle was awesome. I sent a route called 'Vision Thing' which marked the end of a two month trip. Maintaing school work and climbing was a little bit harder than I expected in Rifle, the availibility of internet service was a bit contrived.

Venturing East, I crashed in Denver for two nights at Reuben Moriscal's crib. The temperatures were very warm, and it was there I realized the altitude of Rifle, and it's positive effect on my body. Running was a big part of my routine in Rifle. Here was the schedule:
3 days on, and run after the second. The runs varied. Either I felt energetic, and persued an hour, or felt sluggish and got the blood moving for twenty or twenty five.
Main point was I was keeping up with the routine from San Diego; and besides excelling at climbing, was becoming a better runner. Besides Vision Thing, one goal was to run the "three forks trail" (in recommendation by another running partner in Rifle, in what seemed like 'forever ago'). The trail is 10.2 miles with the first 5.1 with an elevation gain of 2,000 plus feet (that means all up hill).
I completed the run and was psyched.

Taking off from Denver, the drive on 1-70 east was so expansive. Land stretched on both sides of me, like water from the coast of the pacific. My mind moved with ideas, prospects, and anticipation for the future. I drove for about 14 hours or so, until finding a quaint rv park in a town called Mt. Vernon, Illinois.
The next morning I chilled at a coffee shop called, " Life's Little Perks". The folks were friendly and accomodating. Knocking on the door in the morning, under the effects of limited sleep, seemed surreal as a women walked to unlock the door for the young, sleep deprived traveler sporting an authenic Indian long sleeve.

Traveling Via skateboard to grab a peach for my breakfast cereal, I telephoned artist and friend Jason Kehl. Jason is one of the most motivating characters I have ever met. He embodies some sort of unexplainable essence, and that gets me psyched.

I remember that day vividly. The previous night I tuned into scratchy a.m. radio signals, on unknown stretches of highway listening to Barrack Obama give his acceptance speech. This day was a day of peace for a nation drenched in a history of racial tension. I rolled down that southern illinois block with headphones on, feeling more free than I had in a long time.

The weekend of bouldering in Southern Illinois was awesome. The sandstone out there is really good. The rock is unlike most that I'm accustomed to in California. Our patina (a green or brown film caused by oxidation on things like rock or other metals) is their iron deposits. We visited three areas: The holy boulders, Drapers Bluff, and Jackson Falls. Jackson falls takes the cake for the my favorite, with the Holy Boulders at a close second.

At the end of the weekend I spent my last day doing homework at "common grounds".

The rest of the driving was easy going. Around 2.am. I found myself in a little town called "Slade,Kentucky". It seemed a little more desolate in contrast to the last 6 hours of gas station laden highway.

I woke up in the morning located as far from the rest area's trucks as possible. I woke, got out of my bag, threw on some clean clothes and ventured north on the KY 11. Soon enough, I recognized Miguel's Pizzeria on the left hand side of the road.

What is Miguel's Pizzeria. Tom Lindner says "It's the center of the universe for climbers."

At Miguels it's 2 bucks a night for camping, 1 dollar internet access, heated downstairs, cooking area, bathrooms, showers, a bunch of land for those with tents, and a full parking lot for us who car camp.

A lot of the time I have been climbing for about four or five days on, and taking about 2 rest days, running for about an hour on the first day of rest. I'm worked. The first rest day I'll run, and the second day attempt not to climb. My climbing consists of doing about 4 to 5 pitches. I'll give about 2 burns to a 13 c or 14a and then hop back on a moderate 12 a to 12 d to keep up my fitness. Harder routes seem to practice power and easier routes make those harder routes more endurable.

Tonight's the big night for Migeul's 25th anniversary party, so best to believe I'm gettin' my groove on. There are slideshows, movies , music, and a bonfire. It should be fun to hang around and take a break from doing studies for one night.

As far as school goes, I'm am getting A's in both my classes and I only have 1 more assignment for MAT 125 and one more test, assignment and about 2 easy quizes for Nutrition Online.

Plans are sort of up in the air for the rest of the season. I am definately heading to Chattanooga, Tennessee for either two or three weeks. Out there we got some 'a' da' best boulderin' and route climbing within' a concentrated dia meter on the eastern coast of dis' her' America. Yup. Good quality.

After Chat, I have to make a decision. They are as follows:

Drive to El Paso and boulder at Hueco Tanks settling with the access issues that may hinder my amount of climbing . Maybe take it easy and just head home for the holidays, see my loved ones and friends, and climb the shit out of El Cajon Mtn. for a few weeks. Then probably work, go to Vegas, or plan a trip abroad.
Drive to Denver and hit up some of the bouldering featured in Stone Crusade along the way. When I get to Denver I would go with Reuben M. (my basque buddy) to El Portrero Chico, Mexico for a month and then come back to Denver. Then head to Utah.
Drive to El Paso, maybe boulder at the Tanks for a couple dayz, get picked up and then go Portrero. Then get dropped back off.

I know for sure I'll be at the Sun Dance Film Festival with my father from Jan 17-the 24th. Can't wait.

Really, most of my work is and must be focused on getting good grades. I have two A's and I don't want to compromise my success as a student. I am still sober from all drugs with the exception of alcohol, and I don't drink in excess. I just grab a good looking brew and drink that with dinner while working. From today I have been sober from smoking pot for 7 months and 11 days. I've noticed that with abstinence from substances people respect you more, and you find yourself succeeding at a lot more things. Drugs are like malnutrition, they can hinder your full mental capabilities.

I'm gettin' a little antsy so I'm headed out to the cliff to watch climbers and get in a few pitches. Thanks for reading, and let you know what's going on in the future.

Learning, Writing, Reading.

2008-10-07T11:44:00.000-07:00

The frost after a freezing night in Rifle Canyon.
Ruben from Spain. Such a nice man.
Me Going for a Trail Run
The Guiding stick I found inthe back country while on a run
Me
Why not to leave Rifle? The town where the gun was found on the side of the road during times of war. The joy the mountains brings to me, disconnected from the world, with no phone, no traffic, no haste no greed. Share with thy neighbor, water, food, talk. Why leave to Kentucky? My books draw me in; besides to study I find such inspiration to learn about others while I'm amongst the trees. To survive the thawed fall time in the canyon amongst the streams and deers, and faceless and race less skies. A pure endeavour that you can only experience once every year, why would I leave? A run yesterday took me to deep parts at the tip of the canyon which few choose to explore, with brisk winds blowing and my heart racing, I wish I'd came before, but poetry and thoughts, inspired by my studies, I learn so much no need for company, there's no need for a buddy.

THE RAIN and COLD

The clouds darken with roars from something we all feel close to. The response from the heavens answers something so satisfying with our souls. I call back to the thunderous roar "HOO!" Indians would dance and play with colors and ribbons and flutes and coyotes and bears while the mighty winds and rains and clouds a blew. The fires all went out while we forced inside to light our candles. Alone or with others our own delights were here to satisfy us. We wrote, we studied, we thought, we ate, we moved, we hurried, we slowed, we wait, we are inspired. While the cold air and clouds precipitate, change in the weather is like that of life, a delightful view for the eyes of sight. Our inner eye reflects the clouds and the wind, connections to your soul provides a grin.

And for this reason I choose not to leave Rifle. With my pad of thoughts getting more extensive, and the my neighbors giving me omens of education, by touching up on my french. The cold, freezing nights beckon me to stay.

INSPIRATION TO HELP THE WORLD: (has been calling my name since I shed a tear)

I read an inspiring book that delights my soul, to live what life I have not lead. To make my family proud and work hard to help others and myself. As I grip the frozen door handle of my car, my life awaits on the other side, and while the clouds wisp over head I see the beauty of these shapes and know that lifes-a-turning. I meditate, and I stretch under skies, I read while I walk, a peaceful mission that has no location. Climb a mountain, envisioning landscapes so far away. To help a child, to move a mountain, could never see the day. But read I do, and just learn more, which helps me on my quest; to move a mountain to help a child, I sure shall do my best. There's so much more that calls my name, to read to write to learn, but Rome was not built in a single day, and with effort I shall earn.

My experiencese are only wielding optimism, shaping my life, to shape my vision ,and more. To keep on writing and babble on would be an underscore. To tell you blatantly what I want to do, should be saved for grants and applications, to help others, to make my mother and father smile, to meditate under moving skies knowing that I have made a difference. I speak to my love still, as best of friends, while no relationship does bind us, we recognize the greatness in one another and soon greatness is sure to find us. To bake a bread, and teach our children, and help others plus ourselves. The greatness of life is shining so bright and I can't await tomorrow.

Some of my plans:

To keep learning and writing and reading daily. Learning and accomplishing more is a huge goal.
Donating my time to very important issues in the world. Eventually to fulfill a quest to help others in need.
The short term will take me to Kentucky to climb at the Red River Gorge and figure out where my future is going.
To keep on reading and writing and learning.
Staying in close contacts with my friends and family.
I want to congratulate my cousin Mark L. and his wife Christine on their new baby girl Charlotte
And the new addition my cousin Lauren R. will have to the world coming soon. I want to let my family know how important they are to me.
Sent "The Beast with Two Backs"
Reading a book called "3 cups of tea" Inspired also by botany and exploration and many other things.

Ruck Sack Revolution: Love, Loss, and Thoughts

2008-09-29T10:54:00.000-07:00

There is no more dream or ecstasy than smelling the bread of the future, being baked behind a barefoot princess. The fall wind is blowing while the landscape is new, and your work is done and talk is to be made, and maybe more so love. The kids run barefoot playing pleasantly where ever your mind pictures them playing, for they are the relaxation of a kerosene lamp that burns while you read your favorite book.

You can sit with your friends at the boulders or routes to walk around while the crisp winds blow in another season fashioned by your mind. Damo's bare head resembles no sign of age, but signs of wisdom and Buddha monks. We joke and walk and eat and climb, and poke fun, and sleep, and dream, and meditate and wake. The sun shines on the steam of Soy milk and coffee. Schatt's bakery brings good notions, where ever I am I'm sure I'll find this same pleasant company.

I can't wait to indulge in a family gathering meal or restaurant, now that my moneys is saved. Either breakfast or dinner with Pancho Joes and Senorita Misses.

The plan was to go to San Francisco, though the truth was the sun shone on me here in the mornings with such peace and tranquility it is too hard to move. The night was the same but the stars and dim fires tickled my eyes. The river is so nice to wash with in the morning and night. I didn't move, and three hundred bucks goes and does much more than just three hundred bucks.

Standing out front of Wendll's gift shop getting post cards, for Mom, Dad, Cousins, and my girlfriend , I informed Lahna I wouldn't be coming out, (Lahna's my girlfriend, well..). She then informed me that it just wasn't working out. I thought it was working out, I mean I was calling to let you know I had just almost been enlightened and that the peacefulness of the woods would just have to prolong my stay a bit. Who wouldn't want a counterpart that had been so at peace while alone? Or the type of guy who could fix up the best plate of beans and rice and vegetables and oil and nuts and raisins and apples and oranges, and flax seed and soy milk and homemade pancakes! And who reads and writes a lonely zen scripture, when lonely is not lonely just nothing that is nothing.

I'm not here to proclaim love, or not proclaim love, I am only here to inform, my words will lead you.

My dreams of love are in different sights and pastures, and ranges and mountains, and friends and food and family and new experiences delightful and pleasant so spare, to mornings of changing in chilly and bare, temps that excite you to just hug a friend, my road trip is surely now never to end.

It makes you want to surrender industrial ties and just go on rucksack revolution never dies. Bumper stickers you make, and t-shirts from Dad, who the hell could ever be sad. Come and join me. Come talk Buddha, poetry, and sit down with me, under the sky or under a tree. On the road, Kerouac, and books to be unwrapped, reading and writing has replaced my rap. But, I keep on rapping and rapping on I will do, when the season is winter I will be with you. In the peace of your mind with snow flakes that are peace, home alone, elementary school, parents, and a new niece. My mind is being born again, and you search but have found, what is whole, cause what is the new now are: those visions of old. Like feelings you get about things that you miss, don't be mistaken cause you may just miss, those old thoughts are more real and alive in present, and now, like when I miss days of schooling I am learning now.

As for the baked bread in the kitchen with walnuts, and olive oil, and berries and dates, and almonds, and soy milk and love and cooking mitts and snow and leaves and children and new images of places you have never seen but know they make you happy. Those are my mind right now. My imagination is no longer imagination, because my life is imaginary. I am the director in the screenplay of life, so buy your ticket, because I have my whole life to do what I haven't done already. To all my friends I love you, and my family you are my comfort and love and joy I look forward to; and my girl who ever you are I know your there and I love you also. I don't care what you look like anymore, as if I ever did. For now for you readers, just put on that imaginary head dress, and walk around cause now one will see it except you. 50 feet tall with feathers and beads and wind blowing front yard rainbow twirlers, and Buddhas, and crosses, and little shrines. No one else will see you walking through the fall's leaves with the head dress, only you know it is there. That is your mind, and with that, going out or not, my love will always be there for who ever loves me.

Western Colorado:Rifle and Other Areas

2008-09-19T08:49:00.000-07:00

Shower Power

Camped out at first Sun

Getting some internet access
The Fortress and the view from it.

Morning after rain
The view from The Fortress
The Campsite.

Started MAT 125 course and Nutrition Course
Left San Diego
Camped at Lindner's place on the Way to Colorado
Drove to Grand Junction camped and had first breakfast on the Road. Where the sky cried and time flied, and I was lucky to be where I was.
Got to Rifle Colorado. The limestone is really good. An abundant amount in such small area.
Aesthetically, there is a crisp cool breeze, with fall leaves being born. A river runs through my campsite and the rain showers once every week to provide birth to this amazing enviornment.
I go into town every couple days to keep in touch, and work on my online correspondence courses. The balance is hard, but good. It keeps me moving.
I am eating very nutritionally and am psyched on being Vegetarian.
I am making friends with people around the area meeting folks from Spain to Utah.
Ethan Pringle, Scott Cory, Joe Kinder, Dave Graham and Colette are in town and it has been fun hanging out with them. Daniel Woods is also a really nice positive guy.
I went up to the Fortress and am really psyched on a couple routes there one in particular Daily Planet
Meeting cool new people daily. Met Ruben from Spain who is friends with Jordy, met Micah Dash, a really cool climber dude, and going climbing today with John Dickey from SF.
Here are some pictures from the trip so far.

Happy Times by the Beach

2008-08-24T13:24:00.000-07:00

Choosing a topic was hardest to see, when revealed this blank page in front of me.

Completing errands at the coffee shop, a women next to me, chose to ease drop.

There is a T.V. I am trying to sell, over the years, the price of it fell. She was interested in the T.V , both disposing of items for reasons that be. She exclaimed she was experiencing a lot of change, and her saying that struck me similarly strange. I noticed that was my topic of choice, as if she took my thoughts and was speaking my voice. The end of this summer is all about change, from various topics all over the range. From friends leaving to school, to Lahna making a move, things are just not the same, in a typical groove. My blog today, is short and sweet, and for those who don't read much, probably quite a treat. I've come to tell you about this summer of change, and how my life as I know it, has been re-arranged.

What's going on that is so different one might ask? I am taking this Saturday off from schoolwork, to explain.

Change number uno: School. As the leaves take new tones, watch for speeding in school zones, fall has shone her face once again. Essentially, seasons are changing which means school is now beginning. I have 2 classes I am currently enrolled in via Mira Costa's online credit programs. One of the classes is Health 100 (a nutrition course), and the second an HTML and XHTML design course (fundamentals of web design). My third class, Communications is web based through Brigham Young University. The classes are excellent. Classified 'Vital Knowledge' in the web based world we seem to meditate upon, Web Design takes me into the world of XHTML code. Nutrition, recommended to me by Chris, provides great factual education (I visited the SD Food Bank today!) and appeals to me highly on a personal level. I am learning a lot about the realties of nutrition.

Change Two. Lahna, my girl friend, plus ultimate partner in crime, took off for college. She attends a four year university in Northern California, encompassed by the beautiful rolling hills of Napa Valley's Wine country. Every day I miss her, but our constant contact, long ties, and mutual care for each other, somehow makes this a positive experience. I love her very much, and will work hard to preserve the virtuous bond thats developed.

Change 3: The anticipation of my upcoming Vagabond lifestyle, has driven me to rest my body. Since returning to San Diego from Vegas, I have taken the longest break from climbing yet. My arm was sore, and my mother informed me,"when in doubt rule it out." My doubts tell me to rest my arms, stay active, and start working ahead in school. On the upside, I discovered a passion in ripping up the awesome waves I live in such close vicinity to. Lately, I surf at least twice a day, once preceding Breakfast and once late afternoon. I've been switching areas between Del Mar and Leucadia hoping for a vacant spot with firing glassy surf. The routine is really good: surf a new break, find a new market, study all day, and surf again. The only activity I need to stop doing so much of is studying! Hopefully the next this South West swell will bring in some killah' rides before I take off. Along with tearing it up, I am passionate about long distance running, and marathon training. I linked up with a group called the "UCSD Masters" and have been running beaucoup. I ran 18 miles in Three Hours and Forty minutes, 11 miles in a little less than 2 and 13-15 in 2 and half. I trained Track Intervals on Tuesdays and Thursdays for an 1/2-2 hours at 6 a.m. I can't wait to see how it translates on the rock. My I Pod is my favorite new accessory while I run.

Change 4: My mother and very kind fiance Kannan (from India) have moved back up to Carmel Valley. I've been hanging out at my house I inhabited in High School a lot. Along with hanging out with them, staying here brings back a lot of great memories.

There is nothing more profound than saying very little,

and with that I leave you "Peace".

And his poem was of stature, cause a mighty man he was. As fearsome as a yellow tiger, but soft as feathered doves. And when this man a spoken, there was not much a jokin', his poetry was known to you and me, no ego was he soaked in.

Jah Guide

2008-08-12T10:55:00.001-07:00

Idle in San Diego, I belay at the local coffee shop in San Diego. Sipping green tea with milk I search my mind in retrospect over the last week of travel.

I left San Diego one week ago to attend the Salt Lake City Outdoor Retailer Trade show. I hitched a ride with Carlos Mason and Anayo Baldassari to Vegas. There, I met up with Chris Lindner, Spencer Mcrosky, (two climbing buddies whom I've spent a lot of time with this summer), and Joe Brooks. We left early Tuesday morning for Nephi, shortly west of our destination, Maple Canyon. The boys ate Taco Time right off the exit, where I was surprised to find whole wheat.

Annually, an event dubbed, "Cobble fest" attracts road trippers from all over the states. The event offers an opportunity to hang out before the seasonal retailer show. One of the event organizers: Jeff Petterson, even put together t-shirts for the low key, unsponsored event. We only had about 24 hours, 3 people (joe climbed at another cliff), jet lag, and 1 rope; so it was a bit hard to get super psyched. I worked on a juggy line called 'Sprout', which involved fairly easy movement on good holds following a line out the right side of the "Pipe Dream Cave". I camped on the soft soil that night, my clothes, a burrito, wrapped in an inside out sleeping bag case, fearing rain would escape the sky. I woke more refreshed than any bed had ever hosted, I was happy to be natural.

We left for Salt Lake around 2 or 3 p.m., checked into a hotel (that was under Chris's name, supplied by Maxim) and got to partying. Even if you're competing, your main objective for the trade show, should be to drink. Don't drink much? Have a few, kick back, and shut up, cause there ain't much else to do. My shrieks of laughter pierced the car, for I laughed at no punch line, just my alcohol laden life juice, that sparkled with energy in the night.

My main objective besides letting loose, was to make some contacts in the industry. Contacting Urban Climber was a priority, as was speaking to some people from PrAna clothing. Both initiatives turned out positive. Joe Iurato from Urban Climber magazine is psyched on me doing some work, as well as I am psyched to be offered such a great opportunity. Jeff Leads handed me the unique opportunity of being able to represent PrAna climbing for years of traveling to come.

True friends are the images that come to mind, in the time we find to periodically intertwine. I find my sign corresponds to others, with people from different situations, upbringings and mothers. Like Buck Branson for instance, met him four years ago, in the front of coffee shop, his cell phone he beholds, "check out these photos from black mountain you see, this is a v10 and that person is me." Now four years have passed, and I'm on the v10, it's amazing to compare the present to then. Buck and I sat at a table this trip, and Buck is my only friend that doesn't talk shit. I respect him for that, and respect his kindness, because it's not very often on earth that you find this. It's amazing to notice, small things affect another, so next time you talk, think of the words that you mutter.

San Diego is going well. I have rekindled my fascination with running, and with sore arms and pecs from pull ups, have decided to take a few days off from climbing . Tomorrow I work at Vertical Hold, where I volunteer mornings to help young future athletes rock climb. After I'll attend a Padre game with my dear girlfriend Lahna, her mother, Dena and her mother, Lou.

Tonight, my mother's fiance, Kannen had his birthday at a nice Thai restaurant in town. Here I met a man named Jim who is the chancellor at Mira Costa College. Jim was a professional skier for Ten years. He rested at the best skiing areas when in season, and related positively toward the climbing I pursue. In a discussion ranging from Utah's blondies, to job opportunities, I concluded with a goal: Self worth cannot be measured in material wealth, or a degree. The only thing that can make one happy is a sense of spiritual fulfillment, plus the hard work that led up to it. By building climbing walls and taking kids outside, I want to help Urban Children get out of the environment they live. If I earn no money doing such, than I earned even more worth in respect, from others and myself. I want to step out of the world for a second, take a look at myself, and disengage from the selfish routine we all seem to enjoy. I have never been afraid of giving myself to the less fortunate, and along with climbing, this is something I have always been passionate about. Stay strong. -Scotty

Also my cousin Mark and awesome wife Christine have brought Charlotte Frances Lear into the world! Congrats guys, and bless my new second cousin!

Plus, don't stress, OdUb international climbing rap star and myself should be coming out with a bangin' track this season, so keep yo' headz up!

Words from the Coffee Shop

2008-07-20T16:17:00.000-07:00

After a severe drought in Lander, Rain has finally trickled, rythmically from the heavens. Spencer and I, busy circuiting routes, felt the sun one moment, and noticed clouds the next. We retired to the community pool, after a long down patrol session.

The pool is really cool. A huge family gathering spot, they have
a good sized pool, and some interesting features to boast. At the corner of the pool lies a 15 foot climbing wall, but we were unable to climb it because some sort of bolt was missing. Spencer was a swimmer in college and challenged me to a friendly race. I thought I'd done well, until I found out that he was doing the butterfly stroke, while I was in freestyle. Carlos, Chris, Spencer and myself moved to the showers, washing the earth's dust from our flesh and down the drain. The coffee shop awaits! Where I sit now, looking at shades of grey that move over wispy trees, on an unknown avenue. My imagination has time to span while writing here. The limits of my sight through the coffee shop window expands my vision upon what is possible. For all I know this could be an avenue in San Francisco, and the year could be 1960, and maybe I could just be philosophizing.

Everything has been going extremely well this trip. I have been sending a lot of climbs, having a jolly time with friends and have made some great decisions about my future. Only one unfortunate happening; which I'll arrive at later.

As far as decisions, Humboldt County looks like y place of residence for next fall. Since I started climbing, living central to some awesome climbing has been a goal for myself. I've jumbled with trips to Vegas, Utah, Texas, East Coast, Cali , Nor. Cali. Coast, Canada and Spain. All of the above have some of the most amazing climbing I've ever witnessed. Although Vegas and Utah were very appealing, and obviously Spain and the East and it's plusses, Humboldt county seems right. With amazing climbing, diverse people, and located in some of the most aesthetic wilderness environments. I thought Humboldt would be interesting

, and suitable homestead. Humboldt places me in close proximity (4.5 hours) from my beautiful girlfriend Lahna, and the area has central climbing to boast.

"Lost Rocks" is located just to the south of the Klamath River mouth. Situated at the base of a beautiful forest filled with redwoods, Sitka Spruce, Douglas Furs, Maples, and Red Alder trees, some of the most creative and exploratory bouldering (plus new routes) lies about an hour away from my house. The climbing if forever changing at lost rocks because the tides vary the levels of the sand. This allows the boulder heights to change constantly. Where pirates seem like they could appear out of the mist, I predict, solidarity, hands covered in magnesium carbonate, sifting my hands through the wet sand, tyring to send my project.

On top of all the good bouldering, lies a bundle of quality limestone sport areas. The Trinity Aretes have the highest concentration of hard limestone routes. With 3 5.14's, Trinity Aretes will be my main area of concentration. You can check out some of the footage from the Trinities in "Spray", Brian Solano's film about Northern California Rock Climbing. You can buy this video through chrislindner.com

The Marble Caves are another area along the Redwood Coast I can't wait to see! I've seen pictures of the area through Chris, and though I've never been there climbing, the quality of routes is superb, with grades ranging from warm up range to hard. The rock is blue, gold and white. I just heard Ceacilville bluffs as well, another killer sport area to add to my tick list.

I just found that the Coast has a bunch of sandstone nestled in the woods just above the Paul Bunyan statue. There area has nothing above 12c but is worth a look for undone lines, and also has an abandoned project.

Above all, I'm siked. Along with established climbing, my search to find new areas will be relentless. I want to be able to show Chris (a nor. cal enthusiast) and friends when they come to visit, a new Nor. Cal gem. Whether sending hard routes or finding new areas, leaving my mark in Northern California will be a goal for the fall.

With the trip in Wyoming winding down, I've really only had one unfortunate occurrence. Everything was going fine on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. Waiting for the temperatures to cool down, I decided to go stock up on Bananas, Tortillas, some beans, and rice. I ran across the street, while leaving my groceries unattended in Safeway (Don't hate), and quickly inserted my ATM card in the slot. Withdrawing $60, the ATM wanted to know if I needed any more assistance.

would you like a balance?

Sure, why not, I clicked yes.

Taking the receipt I walked hastily back to the grocery store, forgetting one crucial item, my ATM! I didn't recognize that the card was missing until 2 hours later while buying a hole repair kit for a hole in my sleeping pad (another unfortunate event, but doesn't bug me in the least). The kid at the climbing store was amazed.

"Holy shit dude, the same thing happened to me when I was in San Diego! "

I looked through my wallet and still couldn't find it.

"You know what man" the store clerk said. "There's a green bike outside the back door, go ahead, use it."

I raced out the back door hopping on the two wheeler and hauled ass to the bank. Ill-fated, no card was by or in the ATM, at the safeway, and the bank I left it at was closed.

Remembering when my mom or dad lost a credit card, I knew what to do. I called Wells Fargo (which was fortunately open) in San Diego, and immediately cancelled the card. The balances were straight, and I rode back to the coffee shop still on my phone. The crew got their kicks in seeing me ride up on a random bike.

"What the hell scooter?!" Carlos exclaimed.

"Your a fricken' crack up dude" Chris followed.

I had put no effort into explaining, for I was getting my tellers info on the phone.

"So they'll be no problem if the balances change tomorrow? I just contact you right."The teller could sense the stress in my voice.

"Yes sir,"he assured me. "Everything will be fine."

I got back to the coffee shop and let the others know what had happened. Good thing I had bought

the majority of the groceries I would need for the remainder of Wyoming. Plus, I had about $14 in my pocket

from the previous grocery run. I laughed the event off, and was happy to return to our camp by the river.

Timeless on my cosmic journey, I realize those afraid of death, dare to experience life. Life is short, so time cannot be defined.

It can either have value, or none at all. We've entered the fourth dimension of time, when the future's imaginary objects,

turn into real life symbolism. Love is the greatest power in life, for it's energy rains eternally. LOVE (don't hate).

I hope you enjoy the pictures enclosed. For those who have heard me talk about my local bouldering area that I have developed (back in San Diego).

Here are a few pictures. The pics portray some of the area's classic problems, both old and in the future. Thanks for the pictures Jason (volunteer).

And expect more pictures from the area once I get them on CD from Jason (volunteer). Plus more from the Vegas Trip are comin'.

Chris Lindner hooked it up with the Trinity Aretes photo of a route called "Spliff." And I found Tim's photo of Ethan on Google. Thanks Tim

for being a master photographer. Plus I think I was there.

Electric Relaxation

2008-07-17T06:33:00.000-07:00

Waking up early is routine from all the surfing I was doing before work back at home. Waking up here in Sinks Canyon, is a little bit different than waking up in San Diego. I begin my day by rising early, and catching a glimpse of the fiery, round, luminous sun peering between the eastern cleavage of Sinks canyon. I open the cab of the truck to reach into my toiletry bag, and grab my travel size apricot face scrub. I look forward to this routine: grabbing my face wash, heading down to the river (which is right next our tent), kneeling down and throwing the ice cold water upon my flesh. I proceed to mask my face with the sand feeling substance, lather, and wash. I then stand up feeling clean, ready to begin the day. My sleeping pants are comforting, keeping me warm while standing out in the ripe morning air. I put on my Prana Sweatshirt, which I can grab easily,conveniently adding one more comforting layer. Breakfast is my favorite meal, buying the most natural cereal I can find, my stomach yearns for a pick me up. I pour dates, almonds and whole grains into my camping bowl,add some blueberry yogurt, banana, and effuse a glass of rice milk or coffee. I like eating large portions, it is not that I crave so much the food that I eat, but climbers sometimes eat so little, that there metabolism doesn't have much to burn. I feel that it is important to maintain a healthy calorie intake, so that your body doesn't acquire strange eating habits. After we all finish our breakfasts, our rest day commences. We had heard rumors of an awesome, natural water slide at the top of sinks canyon. Miah (or Jerimiah) from SLC gave us the beta on how to get there.

"Right before the bridge park at the lot on the left, the trail will lead about 3 miles up to a series of waterfalls, hit the second one. Splash some water on the right side, where the shoot is, and friken' go dude!" Jerimiah exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Alright. We'll check it out." We agreed.

The hike turned out only to be about a mile and a half. Along the way we stopped at some Eddies and tried to bait some fish with our lure. Spencer managed to catch two small trout, one didn't make it, the other one did; we were sad for the one who didn't live.

Spencer McCroskey is a good guy. He's medium sized in height, but stands strong like a bull. His brown shaggy hair is childish, and at 26 you can't get much more playful. There's something sincerely kind about Spencer, it's sort of unexplainable. Maybe, it is his stories about smuggling climbers across the border into Mexico, an onerous action. Or his tales about in- school detention; where Spence and his buddy got their other mate drunk, coaxing him to jump out the third story window to escape detention. Little did they know, under the bush he jumped into, was a retaining wall that broke the kids femur. Or maybe it's because he's got a brother named Scotty, which he let's me know from the top of a route he completes, "Hey Scotty, you know I got a brother named Scotty" He yells from the top.

"Oh yeah, Really?" I reply.

"Yeah! so you my brotha'." I've never had a brotha' so it felt pretty cool.

Continuing on the hike we finally reached the slide. About 30 feet in length, the water polished granite acutely angles down and drops into a deep pool of water. Of course, I was the first one to test it out. Sitting at the top of the slide, I reminisced of Wild Rivers or the local San Diego Water park with my friends, cross your arms and just go. Chris counted me down, " Five, Four, Three, Two, One!" I didn't hesitate a bit. Throwing my arms out, I plunged into the unknown, taking no hesitations, just going. Maybe, that unique ride into the water was a materialization of my current experiences; making an ambivalent decision and having a refreshing outcome. Everyone had their turn after myself, and we couldn't get enough. Soon others started to come up and we jovially watched them throw themselves down the water slide. One zany character would always slip and fall, sliding down the areas that looked quite scary and dangerous.

I sat in the sun, in a natural recliner, soaking in the relaxation that encircled me. "You gonna eat?" Chris and the crew exclaimed behind me.

"Sure." I didn't know they were eating behind me, but as Chris said that, my stomach was just beginning to growl. Carlos and I had bought Hummus and Avocados the night before, along with Organic Garlic Bread. We all shared what was there and I had what I could, without being greedy.

The hike really took it out of us, and the heat was starting to come down, making us weary. We began to hike down and took pictures of the beautiful sites that we heretofore visited. Spencer and I trailed behind Chris and Carlos as we made our way down to the car.

The gate to the lakes above the waterfall (which all seems so interesting now because I visualize the pattern in which naturalness is defined. Looking down from space, I imagine the beauty of geography. Natures organic rhythm that percolates all over the lands of the earth, in other respects the synchronicity of nature) opened at four o'clock. We followed a pilot car which lead us up a windy dirt road (that was being paved) up to a beautiful body of water. Chris pulled the end of his truck up to the river and we opened up shop. I sat in the front seat typing the beginnings of an Asana climbing article. The rest and the beauty of our day was a fount of inspiration for me write. No fish were biting so we moved on to another part of the lake. I sat in the car with Carlos for a little bit while Spencer and Chris fished below at a pond. I was absorbed by the Nas interview that played on XM radio, which gave insight into the world of Hip Hop music. We all congregated at the car once more and sat a top an cyclonic drain, relaxing on it's sides. I dipped my feet in the water, thought about whom I love, and sang to the others.

"When the lights go down, in the city" "I want to be theeeerrrree in your city." Letting out a howling "woah", I think the others may have felt me pleas of love and hope, and although my actions may have seemed like a story from a book, I feel like that is what makes life beautiful. Life is a book, write it.

The sun was starting to fade, and the days heat turned into nights environment. We reached camp just before twilight permitting just enough time to prepare an evening meal. Everyone was tired, and faded from the days hike and excitement. Just like in San Diego I wanted to hit the hay early to gain rest and strength for the next day of climbing. Tomorrow was dawn patrol, dawn patrol is where we get up early and seize best temperatures of the day. I look forward to waking up early and getting my heart racing, I can't think of a better morning activity. Commencing the day out with one of the things I love the most, Rock Climbing.

As I laid my head upon my pillow, I stared up into space and thought about my life. How things were going to turn out, and what I could do to make the best decisions. As my eyes closed and my mind drifted off into sleep, I would receive an email that would help me settle my chagrin. Making changes is part of maturing, some changes work and some do not, that is just a part of growing up. The process of life is intriguing enough, and the anticipation to see what the future holds in my fruitful age is exciting. Thanks for the advice.

Wyoming: International festival and Beyond!

2008-07-12T18:06:00.000-07:00

"Hachoo" my nose hails in multiples. After a 12 hour drive from Las Vegas to Lander, we found ourselves nestled, like glorious rock climbing hobbits, in a foreign area surrounded by knee high allergens looking up at me as a potential victim. Lying down next to Chris's Tacoma, we only had a few hours to try and sleep. Rising my tired body, around noon, we sluggishly (which is the correct description) hiked a long two track trail. Clearing the first hill, the cliff to our right; stared at us. The Dolomite (correction from earlier blog, Wild Iris is a Dolomite rock, not limestone) climbing at the Iris is Power, mixed with some technique. The climbing lends itself well to the pocket hippy. The area is a historical net supporting a friendly climbing community, hence our attendance @ Lander, WY's 15th annual International Climbing Festival. The folks are friendly here; always a "god bless you" with a sneeze, a belay with a route, and the random fisherman spontaneously engaging in conversation with me; while patiently repairing his line on Main Street.

As I sit here typing, the lone fisherman just off Main is testing his line out. Winding it up. reeling the bait back up to end of the pole. The fisherman winds hit bait up to recover his catch, as a belayer climber leads his rope from belayer. From above ground the climber can breath, without distraction floating up the rock. While a fish finds no breath above water, ripped from his enviornment, grasping for a bit of oxygen he just cannot filter.

The Festival has been full of fun events, like Chris introducing "Spray" (a new dvd by Brian Solano), Slide shows by British top climber Dave Mcleoud, and free pizza and Beer night. (which we could not attend due to climbing well into the night) Hanging out with O Dub on a regular basis, (the climbing world's Eminem) was way cool. Odub makes satirical rap songs about climbing: "I got ninety-nine problems but this pitch ain't one". I ain't gonna' fool ya', the guys got talent as an MC.

The sun rises us, as we imagine the sun rising, floating to the cliff my headphones blast unforgettable notions of who I am. The short reggae rhythm creates a pace for my hike, clearing my mind of distractions before I must focus on my climbing. My food is packed, a healthy bag of natural mix, giving me a greater connection to the natural world and myself.

Wild Iris is a small Dolomite climbing area just outside the town of Lander Wyoming where the rock is steep, pockety and powerful. The huge rocks are huge yogurt covered raisins, with blueberry stains. The first wall of interest was the "Rodeo Wall", housing some of the more difficult climbs along the cliff band, we decided to spend most of our time there. My project "Cow Reggae" is graded @ 13b and is pretty much just what I expected of the Iris: Short, Powerful, and a bit technical. We spent one day down at a wall called "Erratic" which holds "Throwing the Hullahan" a 14a originally climbed by Legendary climber and Lander Local Todd Skinner. (R.I.P.) The walk over, is a pointillism of wild flowers, as beautiful as can be. The cliff here at Erratic is shadier during High Noon, which protects us from the UV rays and a heat. The weather here sort of reminds me of the temperature back in San Diego.

Chris has had a few falling clinics to teach at the festival. An entertaining spectacle to watch, the clinics kept us at the Iris till yesterday. After his last clinic, which involved setting a line to the top of a rock climb (anchors), having a spectator jugging up that chord, tying into another chord, unclipping and falling ( or something like that), We decided to go check out this other area called "Sinks Canyon". Staring up at the "Killer Cave" we were super siked to climb what was a virtual opposite from Wild Iris. A long overhanging cliff with remnants of some of the great climbing Wyoming has to offer. The climbs are long, (all over 70 ft) technical, and littered with pockets and crimps. My project at this cliff is a 3 star, super long 13 called Mr. Majestick. Probably around 15 bolts, the climb is a pump fest,with a double foot jam rest about 1/2 way up the wall. I have tried it twice and all our hands are thrashed. We still have 8 days up here in Lander before we have to take my man Carlos Mason to SLC to catch a flight. Until then...

The cliffs around me offer a place to dig in deep to myself and remember what truly makes me happy. Distractions are all lifted as I focus on the joy of things that are beautiful, positive, and happy (what ever that may be) . I'll say them in my head, one after another, until my mind is filled with positivity. I smile within when the effects of distractions just seem to brush off as if they do not exist.

Also visit chrislindner.com and go to "Blog" to see another perspective on an update.

Highlights from the trip so far: -Chris's movie night at the Lander bar, where you order milk and send it back cause it costs 4 bucks.

-The guy who slack lines with a bike in his hands.

-Cooking dinner with a Camp Chef stove in our hotel room, and getting kicked out and having to cook in the best alley way in the world.

-Meeting the delinquent youth of Lander, Wyoming.

-Eating Authentic Mexican Food at the Mexi joint in town.

-Watching my friends get thrashed on Spenceritas.

-Climbing

Check out Asanaclimbing.blogspot.com and check out some of my articles comin' up dis' month!

In Vegas and Out

2008-07-08T19:15:00.000-07:00

Sittin here in the Las Vegas airport is probably more amusing than any other airport in the states. I am entertained by the audio blasting like a foghorn from the baggage claim carousel, which I can testify, distracts the mind quite a lot, hence the amount of misspelled words I've had to correct. Except for the fact I have been waiting for my luggage for an hour, the trip so far (3 hours into) has gone very smoothly,

"Oh there it is." Found the luggage don't worry.

For those who don't know my heart carries me to Lander, Wyoming. "Why the hell is Scott going to Wyoming?"" What's there? "Well everyone, Lander has some of the best limestone climbing in the States. So a couple of friends and myself have chosen to go investigate. Chris Lindner, Carlos Mason, Spencer (from Vegas, whom I have not been formally introduced to) are leaving in about 40 minutes to drive from Las Vegas, NV, overnight, in route to Lander, Wyoming. The drive will include lot's of talking smack and probably a lot of caffeine, despite my efforts to eat all natural lately. If I remain without caffeine it will help any meditations, and a quest towards zen.

What is else is new? Well, I am doing my best to pick a community college that suits my needs. San Diego is just a little too familiar, hence I have found 3 community colleges that would provide a great change for me: Cerro Coso located in Mammoth Lakes, CA has some of the best climbing in the world, just around the corner in Bishop. Berkley, has some of the best gyms in California, has some good bouldering, and with weekend spots only about 3 hours away. College of the Redwoods, located in Eureka, Ca (in Humboldt) has some awesome limestone and beach bouldering plus a way cool liberal community. All having attributes that lure me, my mind traces what I once heard a buddhist say: "no matter how much you stress or worry, all will turn out well". I figure the people that I still love will love me: My family, my girlfriend, and my friends, the ocean, the mountains, the dirt and the sun. Sometimes, I close my eyes when the stress of these decisions weights heavy, and recite hymns of positive thoughts. Without trying to think, words come to my mind instantly, here is what I found on the plane. " There are those who don't believe and those who do believe, those that do believe, know." I opened my eyes, and figured everything would be well, all I must do is be healthy and live.

No matter the destination, climbing can be your vehicle

2008-06-30T21:13:00.000-07:00

Getting home was a great occasion. Out of the Vegas heat, the cool breeze of the pacific soothed my mind. I was soon to take up a job at the Local climbing gym, Vertical Hold. Getting in the water was also a priority, besides climbing I enjoy swimming through the ocean with either a foam floater to perform tricks with, or a fiberglass machine gun. My friend Austin and I decided to rekindle what ever we were kindling and head up to the mountains the first week I had returned. Austin is a great character, with a huge heart and an open mind, he's the perfect climbing partner: patient, and always wanting to learn. Austin is back for the summer from Oahu, HI; where he lives full time as a marine Biology student. The Census was to go to tramway, where granite explosions sit embedded in the beaches of the mountains. We hiked far and wide to find a campsite where we could not be bothered. The first day of rock climbing went great. Back at camp, we had a bunch of dinner that waited back for us. We dubbed 'hidden', for no one had seen us hike to our tuck away. Refrigerated packs of hearty Indian Cuisine was handed down from my mother, Meredith's Indian Fiance: Kanen. We wrapped the contents into these bomber Indian tortillas, and afterwards wrapped ourselves in sleeping tortillas and watched the heavens rotate.

I used Jason Kehl's Tramway summer pass. "Bawlin!" Which was great, because the cost to ride the rotating gondola is 21 bucks. J's pass enabled me to get in for free for our 3 day adventure that your about to find out turned short.

On the second day, after passing godly first ascent potential about a 1/2 miles walk from the beach area, we decided to go gander at stuff along the main trail. BAD CHOICE! The ranger whom I acquired an overnight pass from happened to be strolling up the trail too! Just my luck!

"Hello!" I said in a boisterous friendly way,

"Can I see your pass", she said with in an authoritarian speech.

She proceeded to look @ the pass she had issued Austin and I the day before. This pass allowed us to camp at Round Valley Campground, a campground located about 2 miles up the trail. She asked us what site we had camped the previous night. Shit! I knew I was fucked man, "something like 16" I replied.

Sure enough the campsites didn't end up being marked. JUST MY LUCK! "Illegal Camping!" She could tell that we had not been at a camp

site and to immediately reveal where we had camped and to retrieve our stuff. In retrospect maybe lying about the location would have been better because I ended up carrying food, clothing, and camping equipment 2 miles on my poor back, alone. (I'll admit it was a good workout at such high elevation.)I couldn't believe the penalty she issued, I mean, the campsite was totally hidden. I used tactics from my influences, like "leave no trace" no trash was to be found. The " "overseer" (whose name seem to fit while trudging through the barren morning sun with 100 pound pack on my back), wrote Austin and I violations for Illegal camping. We had issued a non-freedom pass for being free. It was an absurdity to authority and a tactic for revenue. My climbing trip to tram was sabotaged, by a power hungry forestry service member. My love of climbing tells me it was a good thing for the climbing community. A 60 percent increase this year in the amount of bouldering traffic at tramway, let me know it was just my luck.

We had no real intention of surrender. This was my last weekend before I started my occupation at the rock climbing gym, So we headed to the nearby Black Mountain to continue our bliss. The first night experienced sorbet skies trickling it's sugarless rays on our dirty-clean bodies. Another bomber meal awaited us: of cous cous and garbanzo beans. The meal followed a quick random meeting with one of the first climbers I had ever met: Greg, a.k.a. Talus foot. Greg's a current vagabond and we burned out on some crimpers on the back of the bone head boulder, while the sun burned below the horizon of the pacific rim. We reminisced of the time his friend almost killed us while fishtailing with modern momentum down Buttermilk Road; good times. The trip to black mountain was well worth it. Along with getting some real callous, I sent some cool rock climbs: like Can Opener and Tour De France, all very quickly and easily. I got on a few double digit boulder problems and was doing really well figuring out the moves quite quickly, confirming that my strength and mind was ready for the upcoming trip to Wyoming.

After our hands were thrashed and our muscles unable to contract, San Diego and the fresh ocean water awaited me. My girlfriend Lahna, and a new job stood there waiting. I'd been really siked on some sport routes in the gym, plus a full on campus board which I had not trained on in years on a regular basis. I am still hooked on boba and am definitely convinced that Tapioca balls have strange sending powers. Training at the gym has been going very well for me. I have sent almost every sport route, including my last project which I fell off the last move of yesterday. SO RAD! My friend Nate Claycolb and old school snowboarder, Jack Howard have proved to be my dedicated training partners, getting in 5-7 hours of training every other day. Besides the gym I have been spending my time training almost as hard as I was in Vegas. I wake up at six in the morning every day, go surfing, go belay kids at the gym, and every other day try to spend at least 7 hours climbing sport, and just recently started Boot Camp Training modified . I really enjoy going to work every morning, seeing the same kids progress on routes they couldn't do or didn't know how to at the beginning of the week is very fulfilling. Climbing is so unique and beautiful. Besides submerging myself in the mother nature's bathtub every morning, staying active from morning till bed, I have also taken a new interest in further developing my local bouldering area, "Los Penesquitos Canyon Reserve" About two years ago I remembered an old time rest stop that my father and I would relax at while mountain biking. I remembered water, and water polished granite features very different than anything in San Diego. The Rock is reminiscent of the Jupiter Boulders in Palm Springs area. Projects keep on popping up after being down there well over 30 times. It just reminds me that the potential of a single area is almost limitless, reminding me to climb all that's down here could take a few years. Rome wasn't built in a day you know. Although I would like to keep working on my local development, life is calling my name, and I will be making some changes down the road. For one I will be changing schools to an area more central to climbing, and two this means moving out of San Diego. I feel like I have a lot of things that I love here, but change is good, and I hear it calling me. Climbing is my vehicle for life, and some of the most peaceful experiences I have ever felt are experienced through the climbing medium. Some of the most beautiful and peaceful experiences are experienced when climbing alone.

Winding down and at home

2008-06-07T21:26:00.000-07:00

My trip is unfortunately winding down. It seems like how ever long you think your trip should be, you always want it to be longer. We had beautiful days at Mt. Charleston (as you can see in the picture). I met new people like Joe Brooks, and Dave Banks, and other cool climbers from Singapore, Spy and Ling. The trip was fruitful, involving a lot of good climbing, training, and not the best, but some O.K. rest days. Although I understand people have to work, I like to do things on my rest days: hike, play, that kind of thing, . One idea I have learned from this trip it is to be happy with what has occured. You cannot live your life wishing something would have happened, it's just too stressful. Be grateful for what you have at that moment, Thinking positive for the future, and something better will come.

I finished my book on meditation, gathered a lot of information on cooking recipes and had a fun trip at the cliff. It was really good to see Chris and Jodi, and get this blog started on my not so active rest days. The trip gave me a lot of time to work on Asana Climbing Articles, a great outlet for my writing. I also had my first Traditional Climbing experience in Red Rocks. Chris and I hiked out to Juniper Canyon and got pretty hardcore. Climbing a total of 1,200 feet. We did 11 pitches of some really classic Trad climbing. The first one, we did in the dark was a 5 pitch 10c, called Night Crawler (ironically the conditions fitting the name). We slept on the edge of a cliff propped up against our empty packs. Right away some crazy looking animal that looked like a squirrel with a huge black and white tail jacked my Soy Bread. I chased after him a little bit and scared him away with some rocks. I partook in the worst sleep of the whole trip that night, but loved waking up with the Sunrise. The second day we climbed Cloud Tower, a six pitch 11d that had some super scary pro. The hike in was 2 hours and the hike out was just as excruciating. We left the Crag and got message that a good friend from San Diego came into town, Nate ClayColb. We hung out at the Hooters pool and got one of my favorite new treats, Boba. My last days handed me the coolest experiences, showing me that staying positive pays off. The mind is a crazy thing, but I learned that it's job is to try and distract us. "It is a tall order to ask for chicken without the bones and tea without the leaves".The mind is made of emotions it is how react to them, which dictates our mood. The mind an emotion is like being an old wise man watching children play.

Now Back in San Diego, I realized that I am living in one of the most beautiful areas. Just confirmation that there is no place like home. The weather is much cooler than Las Vegas and that is quite enjoyable. I witnessed Lahna's High School graduation (who is my girlfriend of over 2 years) ,which was exciting for both of us. I saw my good friend Ben Ferrel the first day I came back, and we watched some of the Beatle's Anthology. I ran a circuit at Santee Boulders early Friday morning, and trained in the gym the rest of the day. I start working at the local gym sometime in the next two weeks to save for my trip to Lander, Wyoming in early July. I went surfing this morning and found much enjoyment in the meditation of the water. I am eating really healthy, staying active all the time, and am grateful to be where I am at. It brings me much happiness to be on summer, and am looking forward to sending some really hard routes later this year. The only thing I am lacking here at home, is the huge limestone routes at Charleston!

Boot Camp and Health Food Tips

2008-06-06T09:41:00.000-07:00

A few More from Boot Camp

Yesterday was an upper body training day @ Boot Camp Las Vegas. Here was the routine:

Start running about 1 mile.
Have stations preset before run they are as follows.
Pull Ups: Do as many pull ups as you can for 2 minutes..You can rest just try as many as you can.
Dips: Do as many dips with the feet off the ground for 2 minutes
Booso Ball:Get you back propped on something if you don't have a Booso Ball, and crank out as many military presses as you can with 15 lbs free weights for 2 minutes.
Military Press: Stand Up and grab either the same free weights (if your not totally pumped and dizzy) or some lighter 12 or 10 lb free weights. Crank out as many military presses as you can in 2 minutes.
Bicep Curls: With the same weights do as many Bicep Curls as you can within 2 minutes. (remember keep you elbows at your side, to isolate your biceps)
Push Ups: Do as many push up as you can on a flat surface for 2 minutes
Sit Ups: Do as many sit ups as you can on a flat comfortable surface for 2 minutes. (Best to have a buddy holding you feet).
Dips: Do as many dips on a bench with your feet at 90 degrees for 2 minutes.
At this point you are probably gonna be worked. A 1 minute span between each work out is tolerated.
When you complete the last set of dips Lay on your back. Keep your feet six inches off the ground along with your arms. Hold for 20 seconds or till it starts to become hard.
Roll onto your right side and hold your feet and upper body up in the air. This will work your obliques. Hold till it is hard.
Roll onto your Stomach and hold your legs up and arms up looking forward with your butt tightly flexed to keep stable.
Roll onto your left side and squeeze those opposite obliques, just as above.
Repeat till in original position.
Lay on your on your back and bring your feet and back up just like you were in a reclining chair. Go back and forth (legs out upper body back, and legs in and upper body up) just like you were in a reclining chair.
Do the Bicycle on your back for 2 minutes.
REPEAT!

Some interesting Health Food Tips:

23 Really Good Fat fighting foods:

Avocados: Low fat diet? Eat an avocado to decrease injury and strengthen joints and tendons

Whole Grain Bagels: Want a steady flow of energy before a workout? Eat a friken whole grain bagel.

Bananas: Replaces sweat loss and fluid absorption. Also has a lot of energy fo' real son.

Leafy Greens: Spinach, mustard Greens and other dark greens are full of fiber, vitamins and antioxidants.

Cinnamon: Eating Cinnamon with food helps metabolize sugar! Excess sugar leads to fat, so add it to your cereal and fo' sho with your protein shake.

Low-Fat Cottage Cheese: 1/2 cup serving heals the muscle tissue that has been torn during workouts.

Cranberries:Pre- or post- workout pack of carbohydrates. Also Proanthocyanins help with urinary tracts.

Eggs: Eggs are good for brainpower and plus is a good source of Iron.

Oranges:Rich in Vitamin C, they help repair muscle tissue, they contain Colagen which keeps bones strong and firms skin.

Garlic and Onions: Eat your salsa Boy! It breaks down fatty deposits in the body and helps against diseases of the heart and other illnesses.

Salmon: Good for heart health but now monounsaturated fats and omega 3's help lessen abdominal fat, so ladies looking to flatten their stomach, eat more salmon!

Berries: The deeper the color, the healthier the fruit.

Carrots:Half a cup just has 35 calories but provides energy to the muscles and potassium to control blood pressure and muscle contractions.

Grapefruits: Eating a grapefruit before meals decreases insulin levels for up to two hours after eating..They could be better than dieting alone.

Olives and Olive Oil: They reduce your craving for junky foods and keep yo' ass feeling full.

Whole Grain Cereal: Eating whole grain cereal before workout. The healthiest brands contain endurance boosting complex carbs and muscle building proteins. Fuel up with a 200 calorie snack: 3/4 a cup of whole grain cereal with 4 ounces of fat free milk. You'll work out harder and longer and won't overeat afterward.

Oatmeal:Eat the unsweetened kind and you will have a lot of energy and reduces your cravings for fatty foods.

Ground Flax-Seed: They help escort fat soluble toxins out. During endurance sports it is bad to have digestive issues. Like running and having to poo? Just isn't that fun. A daily dose of 1-2 tablespoons tossed in cereal or on hummus with tomatoes nets you fiber son!

Peanuts: Raw unsalted kinds provide extra fat for endurance sports by giving the muscles extra energy to burn up front so that they can spare glycogen stores for later.

Potatoes: A small baked potato with some salt is the perfect meal for electrolyte replacement.

Chicken: LADIES! Chicken Thighs or turkey are significantly less fatty than red meat yet has all the iron, zinc, and B vitamins that women need!

Hummus: Helps fight Breast Cancer, but also has great Complex Carbs, proteins and unsaturated fats! All the right elements to fuel activity.

Chocolate Milk: Chocolate Milk has Calcium but it has also been proven that within 20 minutes of workout Cocoa is just as powerful as commercial recovery drinks.

I hope you enjoyed my insight into eating foods that cut down the fat and increase your power during a workout..All of it is real healthy. Eating these foods help your liver which is the organ that metabolizes fat. Also Cut down on the Alcohol, drink healthy if you do, Good beers and Good Wines, and in moderation of course. Live Long and Prosper!

Progression and Cooking Lessons From Vegas

2008-06-04T14:47:00.001-07:00

The Beauty of Mt. Charleston, escaping the desert heat, encompassing myself in the beautiful wilderness. Housing some of the greatest climbing, Charleston is my home away from home. Charleston gives me comfort and meditation, away from the daily thoughts that distract the mind. When I am there they just seem to flutter away. I enjoy waking up, driving out, and becoming more familiar with the climbing there.

Highlights: Redpointed Urban Decay

Today is a rest day. I really wanted to climb but I have been on almost this whole Trip. Plus, Chris and Dave wanted to Rest. I had to take care of some errands too. I tried to stay active today, because our rest days usually involve Boot Camp Training. I hiked around the Kraft Boulders this A.M. assisting Lilly on her first ascent of "Monkey Bar". We visited a really cool Organic Raw Vegan Store, where I got all these cool recipes. I thought I would share them all with you.

Recipes, Snacks:

Toasts: Avo "Butter" Toast- Avocado, sliced tomato & hemp seeds
Yummus Hummus- Hummus, sliced tomato & hemp seeds
Bruchetta Toast- "cheese" (which you can use if ya' ain't Vegan) tomato, basil, garlic, pine, nuts, and your favorite herbs.
P.B.J-Almond Butter & Jam on Sweet Bread
Tropical Toast-Coconut Butter& Mango Jam on sweet bread w/ bananna.
Like Wraps?
Veggie Wrap: Pesto, Almond Cheese (again, if you are a vegan!) tomato, avocado, sprouts, onions, cucumbers, and carrots, wrapped in collard greens.
Mediterranean Wrap: A combo of Hummus, Sprouts, tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, organic Greek Olives, and mixed greens, served in collard Greens. Served with tabouleh?

I also heard about Ayurvedic Recipes, which is an Ancient science, translated as "Science of Life." It is used to maintain optimal health. I will add about 3 daily.

Here are some cool recipes from the book:

Almond milk

2 cups water
16 soaked and peeled almonds
1/8 tsp Cardamom
1/4 tsp vanilla
1/2 Tbsp. Raw Sugar
1/2 Tbsp maple syrup
Blend and serv or beat water to nearly boiling, add ingredients in blender or frappe.

Breakfast, Amaranth Cereal

2 Cup Amaranth
1 1/4 cinnamon
1/4 tsp. Jamaican Allspice
2 Tsp Sucanat
1/4 Cup Raisins
1 Qt Water (or desired consistency)
Add amaranth, spices and raisins to water
Bring to Boil
Lower Heat, simmer until thickened, cover and stir occasionally
Optional Serve with Ghee, maple syrup, almonds, sesame seeds, and or milk.

Lunch Butternut Squash Soup & Cilantro Dill Yogurt Dressing

Serving Size 4 people
2 butternut Squash, peeled (1/2 Squash per person)
1 1/2 Cups Ginger Cubed
1 1/2 Tbsp Ghee
1/2 Tbsp Cinnamon Powder
4 Cups Water
1 Tbsp Sucanat and parsley for garnish.
Peel and Cube Squash. Make sure to discard any seeds. In a medium sized soup pot, warm ghee at medium heat. Add cinnamon and sucanat and mix well with Ghee. Add squash cubes and ginger to pot and cover. Add water once squash is tender. Boil for 20 minutes Remove from heat. Blend Mixture. Consistency should be that of baby food. Serve warm and add parsley as garnish.
Cilantro Dill Salad Dressing
16 oz. Organic Plain yogurt
1 bunch fresh dill
1 bunch fresh cilantro
1 Tbsp Olive Oil
1 tsp Salt
Blend all this and toss on yo' favorite salad.

Dinner, Asian Vegetables Serving Size four to six homies or homegirls

1 lb baby carrots
1 lb sweet snap peas
1lb sweet yellow and red peppers
1 1/2 lb leeks (optional) substitute less amount of arugula
3/4 Tbsp Curry
1 Cup Coconut milk (fresh if possible)
Cut leeks or arugula, and baby carrots diagonally in lengths of about 2 inches.
Slice peppers length wise about the same length as the leeks, or arugula. Sautee leeks or arugula in Ghee, and Curry.
Let it soften a bit and add carrots, peppers and peas.
Add coconut mik, simmer and serve on bed of basmati rice.

Have some Questions?

What is Ghee?

Ghee

2 LB of unsalted Organic Butter

Turn stove to medium

Melt butter in a stainless steel saucepan. As the butter melts, cooks and bubles, it will change appearance from milky to cloudy to translucent. Foam will appear, causing a ring of milk solids around the sides of pan.

After 10-15 minutes the bubbles will look clear as well as the butter becoming clear and golden. You will be able to see the bottom of the pan. Watch the Ghee closely for the last 5 minutes to prevent burning! Once all the butter has become a clear golden liquid. All the water content and milk solids have been cooked out..Now you got Ghee.

Remove Ghee from stove and allow it to cool for 20 minutes. using a fine mesh strainer, pour ghee into glass container for storage. Ghee becomes a solid when it is completely cooked and does not require refrigeration. If you happen to cook it too long and it becomes a little brown. It is still good! It will even aquire a richer nuttier taste!

What's good about Ghee it contains no additives, strengthens the immune system, and helps your digestion.

Boot Camp Training

2008-06-03T09:12:00.000-07:00

Boot Camp Training, Las Vegas

Run 1 mile
Sit Ups, V Ups, Crunches (10 sets, 10-1 Reps) hard!
Push Ups, Dive Bombers (10 sets, 10-1 Reps) hard!
Weights 10-15 lbs bicep curls (25 reps) Tricep Curl (behind head) (25 reps), Military Press (25 reps) *(4 Sets of all these) * In between sets do 25 push ups, and 25 dips on bleacher.
ABS- 3 sets of 15 Reps (Sit Ups)
1 minutes of twisty crunches (side to side) or 3 sets of 15 reps Twisties

Boot Camp Training, Las Vegas

Run up Small Hill 4x 1 way with 12 lbs. medicine balls
zig zag cone course make sure you touch each cone
slolem poles
4 buckets 24 lbs in each...Run 50 yds 1 way, run back and retrieve next set
Lunge 50 yds with 15 lbs hand weight(s)
Run 50 yds and jump over 3 tables Run back full length.
Do this a total of 3 times.
End resting with only back against wall and feet at 90 degrees. Then stop and do calf lifts on the edge of a curb. 100 of these.

Boot Camp Training, Las Vegas

Run a mile passing 12 lbs medicine ball to partner in back of you...Last person in line gets it and then runs it to front. Continue this till mile is done.
2 minutes of push ups as many as you can Hard!
2 minutes sit ups as many as you can Hard!
Big Tires Squat and roll over for 20 yards. Do planks around whole tire.
Hold Plank for 2 minutes and repeat back to where you started. Do plank around whole tire.
Hold feet up and hands up while sitting on derrier for 2 minutes.
Go to tire 25 push ups in plank plus 25 dips run foot ball field and jog back.
Repeat that 2 times
Go to 45 degree hill or and for 2 minutes and 30 seconds to twisties. (Hold crunch and go side to side. Hard! on hill especially. Challenge!
Lay on 45 degree hill with legs facing up hill. (legs can face down hill for more resistance)
Legs out for 10 sec--> Legs spread 10 sec-->Left leg up 10 sec--> Right up 10 sec--> Both Left 10 sec--> Both Right 10 sec --> Center 10 sec.. Do 3 times. (Challenging)
10 V ups
10 butt lifts

When I get back home I will be modifying some of these training techniques. Hope you enjoyed.

16 Days in Vegas

2008-06-02T16:34:00.000-07:00

May 27th 2008, I left San Diego to go visit my climbing partner and friend Chris Lindner in Las Vegas, Nevada. I arrived at 10:10 a.m. Greeted by Jodi Johnson (chris' girlfriend), Chris, and Josh (Jodi's Cousin). I was anxious to go climbing. The evening of the 27th we ventured out to Kraft Rocks, a bouldering area just East of Red Rock Canyon. We warmed up, and were joined by local, Lilly, one of Jodi's climbing partners. Jodi sent her project: Potato Chips, which I believe is an old John Long Boulder problem. I stumbled up on the hill and found this amazing looking overhanging boulder, and proceeded to climb it. The picture to the right was taken by Chris details this climb.

The Vegas trip is a training trip, and nothing but that. I am not so much focused on sending as much as I am getting mileage and experience on various routes.

Mt. Charleston will be our main cliff of interest for the trip. The first day, Josh, Chris, and myself checked out a new cliff with an undecided name. There are two really cool new routes down there, plus a really unique bouldering area with a lot of route potential. After, we went to Robber's Roost. I worked on an extension that goes left @ the third bolt of "Connie Loves Daddy". It is long, technical, and exactly what I am looking for. We havn't been back yet to finish our projects.

Adding to our training, we have been regularly attending Boot Camp Fitness classes. What is Boot Camp? Boot Camp is hardcore training that Chris teaches class 2 times during the week. Once and a full moon we complete these workouts 3 times a day (the workouts will be detailed below).

Other climbing days have been spent up at Charleston's "The Hood". I have two seperate routes I am projecting currently, but have been open to trying everything. My two routes of interest are "Energizer" ar a route in the Compton cave originally bolted by Jeff Leads one of my personal friends. The other route is called "Warlords", which I have only been on once, but like it very much. This is an Old Dan Mcquade route, hard, but definately do- able for me. We have been climbing three days on now, and are also in the company of Dave Banks, Chris' former room mate from Salt Lake. We attended Bootcamp upper body this morning, but have been resting all day. Dinner is up, but what I really want to show you is my compilation of knowledge from our Boot Camp Work Outs. It is very good training for anyone who wants to get fit, and great cross training for the dedicated climber. Enjoy the summary, and stay tuned to many Posts ahead! Also, check out Asanaclimbing.com and check out their Blog Spot. I am one of their featured atheletes and amvery grateful and fortunate to be writing articles for their blog. On top of that and my own Blog spot now I feel like am falling in love with writing. Enjoy!