My summer reading was consumed by David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. For better or worse. Two times was enough; I probably won’t read it again. This fall I’ve been reading less crushing tomes.
Ever since I bought my first legit bike my freshman year of college (2002; rehab from a stress fracture, duh), I’ve had the idea to ride my bike from the Front Range to my childhood home in Nebraska and back. Since my achilles flared back up again in August—precluding running, scrambling, and even climbing, sadly—now seemed as good a time as any to see what it’s like to log big (ish), self-supported miles day after day. In summary, it was great.
This year I cold messaged Jason Dorais to see if he’d be interested in a smash-n-grab style ascent of the uber-classic Lowe Route in the Lone Peak Cirque. As far as I can tell, this cirque is the alpine rock jewel of the range.
After somewhat unexpectedly running the last eight peaks of the Grand Traverse—the Grand Teton (via Upper Exum Ridge), Middle Teton, South Teton, Ice Cream Cone, Gilkey Tower, Spalding Tower, Cloudveil Dome, and New Perce—on my birthday, Tuesday August 2nd, without my foot totally blowing up, I texted my buddy Jason Dorais the next day and wondered if he would want to come up to the Tetons a day early to scout the Cathedral Traverse with me.