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An Independence Day gone a-Rye

Outside of this guerilla photo, the infamous one-horned goat could be passed as myth. Pueblo County, CO. 2010.7

From Broken Hand Saddle, the Crestone group's notorious gendarmes block views of Broken Hand Peak's summit. Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

The view east from Crestone Needle's lofty summit, 4327 m (14197 ft). Eight a.m., Independence Day. Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

Looking north up the Sangre de Cristos from Crestone Needle's lonely summit (4327 m). Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

Gendarme dividing the east and west gullies of Crestone Needle's south face. Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

The view down the east gully route for perspective. Click the image (large) and try to find the climber. Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

Another view up the east gully route for perspective. Again, click the image (large) and try to find the climber. Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

Looking south to the Blanca group from the summit of Broken Hand Peak, 4137 m (13573 ft). Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

A foreshortened view of Crestone Needle's massive east face. Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

Crestone Needle and Crestone Peak from high on Humboldt Peak's west ridge. Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7

Self portrait on the Humboldt Peak summit, 4286 m (14064 ft). Sangre de Cristo Wilderness, CO. 2010.7
This post finds Stega and our adventurers setting out to celebrate their independence in colorful Colorado in July of 2010. With Hannah and Ben as our guides, Mandi and I traveled to the foothills of the Sangre de Cristos to see what a historic Cuerna Verde cabin had to offer for freedom. Black bears, World Cup matches on an 8″ TV, aspens, spectacular juxtapositions of stars and lightning, fine Colorado beer and even finer gourmet candlelight dinners, a few solo climbs in the Crestones, hikes with Cole and some real mountain hospitality were what we found. Many thanks to Hannah, Ben and Hannah’s dad Geoff for a very memorable time.
Remembering June in February
A Rainy Springbreak at Horseshoe Canyon Ranch 2009

Kyle, happy after a quick pre-supper lead of Squirrel Deck (5.8+). Photo credit: Seth McIntosh. HCR, Newton County, AR. 2009.3

Seth had to get a peek from the top of Titanic after literally running up The Lookout (5.9). HCR, Newton County, AR. 2009.3

Kyle playing around on some unknown 5.7 jugfest on the Roman Wall. Grant belays. Photo credit: Seth McIntosh. HCR, Newton County, AR. 2009.3

Seth conquers the venerable Man Servant (5.9+) on Magoo Rock. Photo credit: Grant Meredith. HCR, Newton County, AR. 2009.3

The overhanging view from atop Man Servant is great. Below, we find Grant happy with a fireman's belay and Seth happy with the LNT-shovel at hand... HCR, Newton County, AR. 2009.3

Morningtime circus in the Betamid Bigtop. Photo credit: Seth McIntosh. HCR, Newton County, AR. 2009.3

Hiding from the rain. Seth has a talent for finding perches like this one. HCR, Newton County, AR. 2009.3
Some city boys from the NWA headed out to the Horseshoe Canyon Ranch for a few days of rock craft in the Spring of 2009. They found some fun and Grant found “the worst poison ivy ever”, which he promptly decided to use as toilet paper*.
*Slight exaggeration.
Bro-therly Thanksgiving on the Ozark Highlands Trail 2008

60+ year old cars with bullet-holes miles from any road are just one thing you might find. OHT, Franklin County, AR. 11.2008

Captain McIntosh, Leave-No-Trace professional. We had a fine fire and slept right here the previous night. OHT, Franklin County, AR. 11.2008

That night, Captain McIntosh ignited his Chi and exposed the forest to an energy rarely seen. OHT, Franklin County, AR. 11.2008

We awoke in the Briar Branch Cul-de-sac to thousands of these ephemeral beauties. OHT, Franklin County, AR. 11.2008
Fall 2008 found me and Captain McIntosh longing for a redeux of our Ozark Highlands Trail Thanksgiving backpacking trip. For this adventure, we picked up where we left off at Cherry Bend and headed into the sea of muted colors that is the Ozark National Forest in November.


































































