It’s amazing what you can achieve with a little free time on your hands. I recently returned from my whirlwind trip, which included a visit from my parents, camping and hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park and traversing Idaho from bottom to top and back again to see a great friend marry his soul mate.

Pops and I discussing the finer points of brew craft.

Pops and I discussing the finer points of brew craft.

Avery Brewing Company. Boulder - Colorado.

Avery Brewing Company. Boulder – Colorado.

The winner of the taste tests Out of Bounds Stout.

The winner of the taste tests Out of Bounds Stout.

Mom was in love with this huge tree.

Mom was in love with this huge tree.

Mom and calf.

Mom and calf.

Hippies playing in a lake.

Hippies playing in a lake.

We saw several bull elk. What amazing creatures!

We saw several bull elk. What amazing creatures!

Estes Park - Colorado

Estes Park – Colorado

My ancestor built this house in Estes Park near Mary's Lake in the 1860's. The third oldest in the area.

My ancestor built this house in Estes Park near Mary’s Lake in the 1860’s. The third oldest in the area.

First signs of Fall.

First signs of Fall.

Steep and short V5 at Rocky Mountain National Park.

Steep and short V5 at Rocky Mountain National Park.

Lake Hiyaha in Rocky Mountain National Park.

Lake Hiyaha in Rocky Mountain National Park.

A great view of Hallett Peak from Nymph Lake.

A great view of Hallett Peak from Nymph Lake.

Flowers along the trail.

Flowers along the trail.

This was hilarious.

This was hilarious.

Hold still!

Hold still!

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

Pops communing with nature.

Pops communing with nature.

THREE Halletts!

THREE Halletts!

Emerald Lake with Hallett Peak in the background.

Emerald Lake with Hallett Peak in the background.

Still undefeated.. just sayin'.

Still undefeated.. just sayin’.

Loungin' at camp in Rocky Mountain National Park.

Loungin’ at camp in Rocky Mountain National Park.

Ponderosa.

Ponderosa.

Robyn bouldering a V3.

Robyn bouldering a V3.

Hey there little fella!

Hey there little fella!

A big moment, and many more to come!

A big moment, and many more to come!

Falkors first tat!

Falkors first tat!

Well I just kinda had to go scramble up there. Rocky Mountain National Park.

Well I just kinda had to go scramble up there. Rocky Mountain National Park.

Robyn has a great eye for the little treasures of the outdoors.

Robyn has a great eye for the little treasures of the outdoors.

Pops taking in the view.

Pops taking in the view.

Trips back to Idaho from Colorado aren’t much different than they were while living in Alaska. Pack as much activity as possible into as few days as possible. Fight plane schedules, organize rides and fake sick days. And when it’s all said and done you may actually need a sick day when you return. In eleven days, I spent roughly 44 hours in the car… Needless to say, it’s good to be home.

Hanging out at the "Sunshine Ledge" hoping it will repel the thunderstorms.

Hanging out at the “Sunshine Ledge” hoping it will repel the thunderstorms. Devil’s Head, Rampart Range – Colorado

The Fire Lookout. Quite the view.

The Fire Lookout. Quite the view.

How can you not listen to this dude!

How can you not listen to this dude!

A bit of history. The guy working the lookout has been there every summer for 30-something years.

A bit of history. The guy working the lookout has been there every summer for 30-something years.

Lookout!

Lookout!

Radical boulders along the trail to Devil's Head.

Radical boulders along the trail to Devil’s Head.

Camping at Devil's Head under a full moon.

Camping at Devil’s Head under a full moon.

Idaho is a special place. Cruising into the state from Salt Lake in the back of Falkor, the scenery didn’t change much. The hills were still low and broad and speckled with sagebrush. The blue sign announcing our arrival to Idaho could easily go unnoticed. Despite only subtle changes the feeling of Idaho is something that is hard to describe. It was certainly different. It was familiar and nostalgic. The City of Rocks was stunning as usual. This is undoubtedly one of the most special places to be on this planet. As we joined the interstate again the smell of dairies made me puke a little, but even that brought back a flood of memories (mostly of almost puking). The wind ripped across the Perrine Bridge (as usual) and I strained my eyes to capture a glimpse of my favorite choss pile, Dierkes Lake.

On the road in Falkor.

On the road in Falkor.

Had to take a photo of this natural coffee holder for Robyn. This was the perfect morning coffee boulder.

Had to take a photo of this natural coffee holder for Robyn. This was the perfect morning coffee boulder.

City of Rocks - Idaho

City of Rocks – Idaho

Mom and pop enjoying the sunrise from behind our camp at The City of Rocks - Idaho.

Mom and pop enjoying the sunrise from behind our camp at The City of Rocks – Idaho.

Mini world of green.

Mini world of green.

The City has all sorts of cool micro worlds.

The City has all sorts of cool micro worlds.

A favorite picture from The City.

A favorite picture from The City.

Waking up to the sunrise.

Waking up to the sunrise.

All sorts of new beer in the 208.

All sorts of new beer in the 208.

Ben and Tom clipping it up at The Fins - Idaho.

Ben and Tom clipping it up at The Fins – Idaho.

Tom and Ato. Say it with me now.

Tom and Ato. Say it with me now.

Together with Ben again, cruising Idaho with nothing on our agenda but breweries, friends and climbing. It’s like we were transported back to the old days of U of I blasting punk rock in his old Subaru on our way to Brundage – what a great feeling. After grabbing Robyn from the airport we made the long drive to Moscow. Seeing Moscow all these years later was quite the trip. We walked past our old apartments, up and down the same old streets and past the dorms. The campus of U of I has to be one of the prettiest in the country.

Benny in the garden. "Hey look an onion!"

Benny in the garden. “Hey look an onion!”

Shirley checking out the pumpkins!

Shirley checking out the pumpkins!

Onions in the Rodes' family garden.

Onions in the Rodes’ family garden.

YUM

YUM

Benny and Lettie.

Benny and Lettie.

She has a small collection of these from walks with Jim.

She has a small collection of these from walks with Jim.

Tomatoes at the Rodes'.

Tomatoes at the Rodes’.

Jim spoiling Lettie.

Jim spoiling Lettie.

Jim collects cool old stuff.

Jim collects cool old stuff.

Rodes'

Rodes’

The whole reason for this mammoth trip back to Idaho was to watch our friends Mark (Curry) and Misty tie the knot. Their wedding was on a beautiful farm south of town and the turnout was impressive. There was a simple and warm ceremony followed by tons of grub, a NRS raft full of beer, kegs and dancing! What a fun night! I met Curry shortly after moving to Moscow. He and I were among the original Vandal Snow members and I have countless awesome memories chasing this guy around mountain slopes. He has always been there. No matter what adventure we want to go on, Curry was always there. Such a solid friend and solid dude, Robyn and I were psyched to be there for his big day.

Curry and I circa 2005. Camping in Ben's Subaru for opening day tracks at Mount Baker - Washington.

Curry and I circa 2005. Camping in Ben’s Subaru for opening day tracks at Mount Baker – Washington.

Tballs, myself and Curry about to shred the remainder of our epic run off Python a few years ago in Valdez - Alaska.

Tballs, myself and Curry about to shred the remainder of our epic run off Python a few years ago in Valdez – Alaska.

What a great crew of people!

What a great crew of people!

Fun crew of peeps!

Fun peeps!

Yeah. Pretty dang cute.

Yeah. Pretty dang cute.

Bubbletron lightin' the isle on fire.

Bubbletron lightin’ the aisle on fire.

The groom!

The groom!

Bride and dad.

Bride and dad.

No pressure.

No pressure.

Sealin' the deal!

Sealin’ the deal!

Weee!

Weee!

The newly weds.

The newly weds.

This is how you celebrate.

This is how you celebrate.

Awesome.

Awesome.

My beautiful wife!

My beautiful wife!

Back in Colorado, back on my own schedule, exercising and eating right again, things are back on track and life is sweet. I am in an envious position between jobs that just happens to straddle the most beautiful month of the year and I am trying to remain aware and thankful for the calm before the storm. Since arriving back in Golden I have started a new workout phase for climbing in one final attempt to try my hardest and utilize the perfect temperatures at our home crags in Clear Creek Canyon.

Sun streaming into our living room.

Sun streaming into our living room.

Look at that pile of peppers! The Golden Farmers' market is awesome!

Look at that pile of peppers! The Golden Farmers’ market is awesome!

Come October 1st, I will be back on with the CAIC full time with a load of preseason prep work to do. Coming soon are a Wilderness First Responder course, and I will be teaching a three-day Mountain Weather course. November will begin my forecast schedule and all the early mornings and travel that it entails. Last year I had so much excitement for climbing our new crags that I pushed myself to near burnout. This winter I plan to let things happen a bit more naturally. Ease back on my climbing goals, embrace the cold months, learn to ski and rest when I need it. Often times I find myself looking forward to the next big thing – the next chapter, the next goal or the next big trip. Lately though I am much more content with each day as it unfolds.

“Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire… To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top.” – Robert M. Pirsig