A Sidewalk

Perspectively, things can be easy or hard. A lot has to do with what’s on the other side of things.

There is a climb in Utah that is world famous for the shear exposure. The climbing is relatively easy. But the exposure is real. Also the “rock” quality is a bit on the lower side, the thing is a tower of mud. Petrified mud. Nonetheless, people flock to the Fisher Towers every year to stand on this beautiful feature.


Fisher Towers. Ancient Art is the little squiggly one that extends into the sky up to the left. The Titan on the right, is the tallest free standing tower in N. America.

I’ve wanted to climb Ancient Art ever since the first photo I ever saw of someone standing on top. It is a slender corkscrew top out that leaves you on a pedestal with sheer 400 feet drop off surrounding your 3 foot platform. It’s intense. With the lack of winter in Utah, Fiona and I headed down to Moab for the weekend to tick it off the list.

We left Salt Lake City at 8 am. This put us at the Fisher Towers right around 1pm. The approach is short and the climbing is quick. We figured to top out right around sunset and then scurry back to the car in the dark. We arrived at the base and headed up the mud pile.

As I said, the climbing was quick. On pitch 1, there is some delicate 5.10 sport climbing where a fall would leave you risking being caught by a piece of metal glued into the mud, so whenever uncomfortable, I just aided (pulled) on the bolts. I wasn’t going for the send here, it was all about the spire. Pitch 2 was fun climbing where there was a full mix of trad climbing, chimneying and some face holds. At the top, a party of 4 was about to have an epic.

Fiona and I waited atop pitch 2 for the 4 pack to start clearing off the sidewalk. I started climbing towards them and one of their leaders started rapping the route. Or I should say he rapped off the side of the tower, not really sure where he was going. He ended up stranded on a ledge, somewhere 50+ft off the ground. There 2nd leader decided he was going to save the day and followed the guy, stranding himself on the same ledge. Some people aren’t very smart. They left their two most inexperienced people at the top, to save them. They ended up pulling up the ropes, leaving their two people on a mud ledge somewhere 200 ft below, and planned to rappel into the chimney we climbed, reach a set of anchors and get a rope to their two people on the ledge. The two up top were all sorts of scrambled in the brain, double, triple checking things and being quite unsure of themselves.

I let them do their own thing for awhile and led up the corkscrew. The last pitch starts off by having a sidewalk. It’s simple. Walk this sidewalk to a diving board. You would never fall off a sidewalk, right? Well this sidewalk is a little different. It has a 400 foot cliff off both sides. It’s unprotected. A fall would put everyone on the last set of anchors in risk of being ripped off the mud tower. Just walk.  After the walk, a mantle, belly flop, beached whale move to get on top of a diving board piece of mud, still unprotected. So exciting. Then a few tricky moves past 3 bolts and you get an easy way up the backside of the spire.


Fiona about to belly flop onto the diving board after walking the exposed sidewalk.

I love putting myself into subjectively safe, but uncomfortable positions. It makes me feel alive. It takes every thought, every piece of energy and emotion that you have and focuses everything into each movement. You are truly in the present moment. This is something that not everybody gets to experience. It was really cool to see Fiona walking across the feature as the sun hovered above the horizon. Golden hour among the red rock desert. Priceless.


The last moves before topping out. Take a breathe, focus.

After topping out, we had to wait for the party that was still figuring out what they were going to do. At one point they asked if they could just rappel with us to get down. We didn’t mind and offered help but they ended up slowly, really slowly, making their way down the rappels.

All in all, it was totally worth it. The spire did not disappoint and it was quite an adventure. Everybody ended up making it safely to the ground (in the dark). It was something I’ll never forget.


The classic Ancient Art.

Absolutely ripping on psyche,



Bear Ears


Indian Creek splitters!

Well, Trump is coming to Utah to downsize Bears Ears National Monument on Monday. It’s sad to see the administration making these moves against public lands. Utah is known for it’s public lands. It is also known to be rich in oil.

Utah has been on a battlefront between land conservation and selling off our public lands for oil leases and other minerals. I just saw an article saying that Trump plans to shrink Bear’s Ears by 85% and the Grand Staircase-Escalante by 50%. When these unique landscapes are extorted for what’s beneath the ground, that beauty will be forever gone. This isn’t anything new though. Even though Utah has some of the highest land conservation in the country, the ever lasting oil battle continues. The tail end of Indian Creek holds an old Uranium mine. There was once a proposal to have a uranium waste site just past the Creek, in the Heart’s Draw canyon behind the popular climbing area. DSC01054

Climbing in Bears Ears

It’s a constant fight. Today at the capitol in Salt Lake City, thousands of protestors will show their support for our lands. However much support has been shown for other protests around the country, there is little to no motivation for our government officials to listen to anything except oil money, in my opinion.

So for now we wait for the final Trump decision on the land grab. Maybe the circus show will make some wild twist of events for the better. I’m hoping for the best. The only way to change these radical decisions in the future is to vote. Make your voice heard. Voting is important and putting local officials into office with your like minded views is the best way to trickle the effects of change for your opinion upwards. Call your local representative and show them that YOU have a VOICE.

Stand with Bears Ears and Grand Staircase-Escalante.


Bears Ears National Monument


Grand Staircase-Escalante

Ripping on Psyche for these precious areas.



Comfortably, Scared


James Buehler (@jimmy_couloir) walking the line 2,000 feet up the Bugaboo Spire, BC.

I’m anxiously awaiting winter to grace itself upon us here in the Wasatch. So for now, I am blasting from the past summer adventures.

Fear. Where do you go when you’re scared? How do you respond when you are trembling in your boots? The process of fear affects most of us all the same way, but why do we all deal with it differently. I’ve seen many friends shut down completely in the face of fear and I’ve seen many friends grab fear by it underwear and give it an atomic wedgie. We all feel the same fear though. The difference is just about how you handle it.

This summer, James Buehler and I took the long journey up North to the Bugaboo Provincial Park in Southeastern British Columbia. James had never been into the alpine and I had never been leading on such big walls. But we were mentally ready. I was definitely ready until I showed my friend in Fernie, BC some photos of where we were going to climb. Up until that point it was a little bit of a surreal, exciting thing to show people. Now that we were a few short hours away and about to hike 60lbs of gear high into the alpine, the reality hit. The fear set in. It really set in a way that I haven’t ever experienced. My chest felt heavy. It was hard to breathe. I had 100% doubt that we were absolutely crazy and couldn’t help but ask myself, “what the hell are we doing?”.


The Bugs

My biggest lead before this was up on Lone Peak in Salt Lake City. I flashed a couple of 550 ft 5.10 routes. I also led the 2 crux pitches on the NE ridge of Pingora in the Wind Rivers, a 2,000 ft 5.8, the summer before with Clay. But I knew we were stepping up to a new beast. 2,000 ft walls of however hard you want them to be. Glaciers, bergschrunds, and crevasses protected the base of all the peaks. It was a truly foreign experience we were about to dive into.


Fireweed for days.

We trekked all of our gear through the grizzly filled forest, up the steep switchbacks, past the Conrad Kain hut to Applebee dome. Home for the next 8 days. We were nestled nicely into a pre built wind barrier amongst hundreds of other climbers from around the world. The next day, we set off for the NE ridge of the Bugaboo Spire. A 2,000 ft 5.8 to get the juices flowing. Also a North America top 50 classics (top 50 busiest).  I was happy to get going on some easier terrain since I knew that a few other routes on our list were monsters. We set off from camp at 530. Scrambled our way past frozen glacial lakes and up to the base of the route. A gentle headwall with the tackiest (sticky) granite that has ever graced my rubber soles. Even though the climbing was easy, it was daunting to know that we had 2,000 feet of it to go. Especially because I’m awkwardly afraid of heights.


NE Ridge of the Bugaboo Spire on the right. Snowpatch Spire on the left.

James and I were making solid progress. James even took his first alpine leads. Impressive on such a big route. It’s easy to call something a “route”. Until you get into a sea of rock and can pretty easily get off track. But we were smashing pitches. Even simul climbing(at the same time, one persons fall would be caught by the other persons bodyweight) long pitches until we reached nice ledges to switch leads. At the top I sent James to the very summit thinking it was the route and quickly realized it was not. Then I rapped into a hole. I thought I knew where I was going. Before I knew it I was below some sketchy 5.10 off route climbing with no gear and just my rappel device. A subtle 2,000 headwall allowed me to see straight down to the ground. Fear. I was now off route, on a single stand of a half rope, below 5.10 grit climbing with no gear. As a team, James and I decided to get James to the correct place and then I would end up top roping(TR) out of the abyss. It’s crazy how quick it all happened. I didn’t see it coming and before I knew it, I was in a bad spot. I am not sure how others would handle it. I would hope they came to the scenario that James came up with because I tried to get James to come to me and I was going to try to lead out of the hole.

It’s all about logical thinking. Staying calm and weighing in on the options you have, before you make them. Then you figure out the most logical and execute. We would continue to safely make it down the camp after I TR’d out of the hole. We swallowed our fears of the wall and over the next 5 days we continued to climb the 900ft 5.11 Sunshine Crack and the 2,000 ft 5.10 Beckey-Chouinard.


The Vowell Glacier.

We navigated the glacial protected terrain and ended up with memories so branded into our heads that I can close my eyes as I type and picture the footsteps across the Upper Vowell Glacier. I can picture the chockstone with cut rope in it and my rope sitting in the exact same position.


pitch 10 or so on the Beckey-Chouinard. Every pitch is a far as you can take it.

Some fear is legit. As we progress in society today, we now do things that psychologically we are not designed to feel comfortable with. It’s all about taking the time to learn, and executing what you know needs to get done in the face of fear. And don’t go out and be some Jackwagon and get in over your head. When you are prepared, don’t let it hold you back. Sometimes it’s the fear that will give you courage. Stemming from the fact that you are puckered out of your mind and the only way to continue is to succeed. That’s why I do these activities that I am often quite scared of, the fear gives me that extra motive to succeed.

How do you do fear?


Rip on Psyche,



I can’t help but get caught up in the feelings of life. It has all of the ups and the downs. Talking with some of my friends the past couple of months and they all say the same thing…. ” What do you mean you’re feeling stuck? Look at the life you live. It’s the LIFE.”

Truth be told, I love my adventure filled life. I couldn’t imagine living any other way. Recently I’ve been having some issues with the transmission in my car. So I’m basically on a schedule where I am just driving my vehicle to work and back. Other then that, if I want to go do something I have to be able to snag a ride from my friends or girlfriend. This is a really hard thing for me to do. I’m a very independent person. I really dislike having to rely on others. It’s times like these that my lifestyle can really put true consideration into my ego. Travel, travel, travel until my funds are so low I can’t even fix my vehicle. Like I said, it has all of the ups, accompanied with the downs.

So now what. I feel like there is only one thing to truly do. Take this feeling of negativity and turn it around into a positive. As much as I have been traveling around this summer climbing my face off, I have had a feeling of separation from my home. I literally would unpack my car and throw all of my gear on my bedroom floor. Wash my dirty dishes. Sometimes wash my dirty clothes. Go to work for 3 or 4 days, put it all back together and then hit the road again. It takes a toll on the mind, body, spirit balance. It’s Go, Go, Go, Go, Go. Anatomically, fight or flight. Adrenal fatigue. Stress to the body. Although I was always setting off to do what I love, it’s the things that I love that don’t really give me any alone time. No time to reflect on choices or even look and project feelings about the future. No time to heal because I’m surely not just going to sit around and look at those splitters. Damn near impossible.DSC_0826 (1)

Photo: Brian Johnson (@cazbrian) , Supercrack of the Desert.

Then your transmission takes a shit. Now I have all the damn time I want to sit and reflect. To project. To create. VOILA! The positive.

Now I can do whatever it was that my subconscious mind was craving here and there throughout the summer. I don’t see what the big deal is about being able to chill anyway now that I’ve been doing it for the past couple of weeks. But my body does feel good. Now it’s time for ol’ Ullr to make an appearance so that we can do it all over again through the winter! Pray For Snow!


Austin Smith (@austinl_smith) on top of Mt. Superior for sunrise. Quite the wind slabs to enter the face!

Rip on Psyche!



First blog post

I’m so excited to start this process again. When I first moved to Park City, Utah 8 years ago, I had a small blog that I updated religiously for the first season called rideparkcityparks. I covered content of the terrain park set up at Park City Mountain Resort. I fell off the band wagon for a bit and never picked it back up.

For the past year I have been telling myself to get back on it. Well finally I LISTENED to myself and pulled the trigger. So here it goes. A full on blog about my adventures in life. The things that I love and the things that I hate. I’m going full frontal, no filter. This is me. If you like it I encourage you to follow my tale. If you don’t, then I’m hoping the best for you and tell you to be on your way.

People often tell me that “they love the way I’m living” or that “they wish the could do the things that I do.” Well first things first….. You CAN! You just have to figure out what your priorities are. The past 8 years have been the best of my life. I moved over 1,000 miles from home in Portland, Oregon to Park City, Utah on an adventure that I couldn’t have ever imagined. I thought that I was going to be gone for a winter and I never left. It seems like that happens to a lot of people in this area. It’s a vortex ring state that you either ride the wave or catch the next. I’ve had friends come and go here, it isn’t for everybody. But for the small population that calls the Wasatch range Home, the stories flow for miles and miles. So much culture displays itself openly in our little niche of the country.

So I remind each and every one of you that follow my tales, this is your time. Use it exactly how you want. No regrets.

Rip with Psyche,


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