Finally having all of the insane theatrics in The Monkey Wrench Gang that had so influenced me 25 years ago brought to life amidst the desert canyons and spires was a more important experience than I had expected. Connecting the dots of that initial book reading to all of the stuff I do with my life today was a reaffirmation of the power inherent in landscapes and literature.
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.