Love Life.

"We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible."-Oscar Wilde

I can not desribe in words the trip I just took over Labor Day weekend. Click Here for Pics.

Apologies for the lack of updates. Life suddenly has become quite busy.

The Flatirons

New places with old faces. I had my first sport climbing experience in the Flatirons today, and I was quite surprised. I thought the quality of the rock would be similar to all the bouldering experiences I have had in the same region, but in fact the sport climbs are of a much higher quality, and I was quite impressed. The peak of the day certainly came when Ian managed to climb his first 12c, Power Bulge, a test piece at that grade in the Flatirons. I got on it and flailed around for a few fleeting moments, but psyche was lost, as I don't enjoy bouldering clip to clip. I forgot to Post Produce these photos before I uploaded them on Blogger, so attempt to enjoy the photography.

Ian, Bec, and Tara happy to be in the shade on the hike up.

Bec crushing "Hot if You're Not"

Ian cruising "Power Bulge"

Getting Jiggy With It.

New Tricks

I just had the most wonderful evening. I met new friends, I did some serious slacklining, did a little Underground Exploration.

With so many pursuits of the moment, I don't often get the opportunity to stop, have an introspective moment, and reflect on the blessedness of my life, my ability, and my relationships. I am truly happy for every one of these. I have some of the best friends I could ever ask for, and I am able to pursue my passions with a fairly capable and healthy body. To everyone out there reading this, I thank you for being a part of my life, whether it is direct or indirect.

Here is a video Charlie took of me slacklining. Althought I'm the only one who appears in the video, I would not have had the smile on my face with out those friends who were around me.

Said on the RJ2 slackline from Charlie Shannon on Vimeo.

The Sisters Tour

I took some friends to 3 sisters on Saturday, and it was yet another amazing day. The highlight certainly came when we all sent a tall ball 3 called Guiding Light. It was very inspiring to watch the emotional energy level of the group peak at the end of the day. Despite sore tips and hang overs we overcame and crushed.

Sabrina terrified of sending, but proudly send she did.

Frank continuing to make strides in his recovery process.

Does Dean have any Captain in him. Indeed he does.

Shaolin is For ReaL

RMNP & Jurrasic Park Highline

This past weekend was one of those weekends I live for. I didn't sleep in my bed, I didn't change my clothes, I didn't smell the best, but I spent almost every waking moment in the wilderness amongst the prescence of beautiful people.

Saturday was my first foray into Rocky Mountain National Park. We headed to Emerald Lake, and had lots of laughs. Sunday a different group headed to Jurrasic Park to set up a new highline in an old climbing area. It was my first highine onsight, and the adrenaline is still coarsing through my veigns. I have never felt so passionate about slacklining as I have in the last few weeks, and the results are showing themselves.

It was also a great weekend for my camera, For your enjoyment:

Hayley fighting the fierce wind to surmount this classic Jurrasic Park route.

Larkin taking some serious whips on the J park Highline.

Scott, the Chuck Norris of the highlining world, dominating as usual.

David enjoying a serene moment before sending.

Frank proving he can still climb stronger than you with one leg.

Boulder Creek Water Line

The sweltering heat placed me on the cusp of insanity on this warm July day. Scott and I marched into Eben G Fine to scantily clad boys and girls escaping the summer warmth by way of the Boulder Creek. With gear in hand, we arrived at our designated slack spot to the dismay of the rope swing crowd. We did not carry threatening intentions, but merely wanted to share the art of movement. Quickly rigging the line, many friends came and joined our session.

My turn to approach the line had come. I felt so excited anxiousness took over my body. I longed to be on top of the line, and could not remove my shoes fast enough. The water raged beneath me as I weighed the line on my hands. From this perspective a few feet over the water surface, the outline of rocks could be seen by the whitewater washing over them rapidly. The swiftness and movement was unnerving. This is not the usual experience, I felt hard pressed to find my point of reference, and dizziness came over me. Conscious of the crowd watching, my mind exploring all the wrong areas, I moved into position.

Wet and weary I pulled myself out of Boulder Creek. Humbled by the line, I rose up, pulled myself together, and gave it another go.

Scott Dominating.

The Crew.