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

Pico knows how to relax on our nation's first national river. Buffalo River, Newton County, AR. 2010.6
A week of snowy days found me recalling the balmy summer months of the past year. This post is the result.
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.
Dinos do Pyramid

We awoke to find we had set up our hammocks in paradise. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

A Holga's-eye view of the classic Bells portrait. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

First summit day. Feeling the burn in the amphitheater. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Seth not thrilled about getting shut down. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Back in the amphitheater, defeat is settling in. Photo Credit: Seth McIntosh. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

We did make a friend... American Pika (Ochotona princeps), AKA Alpine Hamster. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Defeated... but wise dinos in the sunny amphitheater. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Just some of the crud the thunderstorms served up after our retreat. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

The waterhole for the visit, complete with water-filterer's seat. Holga. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

What time is it? Look outside! It's awesome time! Summit day. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

An exposed and well documented moment on the Northeast Ridge proper, Pyramid Peak. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Friendship at 4273 m (14018 ft), Pyramid Peak summit. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

The view we came for. Maroon Bells from the Pyramid Peak summit. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

A shot for the Moms. Seth relaxing on the Pyramid Peak summit diving board. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Stega breathing hard on top of Pyramid Peak. Where's Bronti? Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Seth and a particularly sobering pitch on the descent of the Northeast ridge. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Crispy alpine hardpack at ~3960 m. Photo Credit: Seth McIntosh. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Snowmass Mountain and Capitol Peak from ~3960 m on Pyramid Peak. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

American Mountain Goat (Oreamnos americanus) at ~3960 m on Pyramid Peak. Skilled but dangerous climbers. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Seth looking safe and solid back in the camp kitchen after the summit. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Kyle with camp kitchen delirium after the summit. Photo credit: Seth McIntosh. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Bronti and Stega say goodbye to a memorable camp kitchen in the Maroon Valley. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Stega and Bronti ponder their next alpine adventure from the safety of camp. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Holga-life near Maroon Lake. Photo Credit: Seth McIntosh. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

More Holga-life near Maroon Lake on the descent. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Cliché postcard shot at Maroon Lake. Yes, it really is that beautiful. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Dinos know clean water when they see it. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

One last dip before leaving the valley. Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, White River NF, CO. 2009.8

Kyle, battletorn but steady, back on the Continental Divide. Photo Credit: Seth McIntosh. Independence Pass, CO-82 E. 2009.8

Seth balances his vessel between the Eastern and Western slopes of the Continental Divide. Independence Pass, CO-82 E. 2009.8
August 2009 found our favorite climbing dinosaurs, Bronti and Stega, feeling the need to scale something nasty. The Elk Mountains of Colorado kept their promise of “nasty”, providing our adventurers with more than a few good beers and loose rocks during their pursuit of Pyramid Peak’s lofty summit.
Highpointing with the Asfahl trio

Amanita muscaria. Three days of rainfall yielded hundreds of these little friends. Carson NF, NM. 2006.9
Our fearless Asfahl trio, father Ray with Erica and Kyle, set out in September 2006 to seek a highpoint in the American southwest. Ten years after their ascent of the highest mountain in Colorado, here we find them atop the highest mountain in New Mexico. From wild mushrooms to high alpine vistas to extinct volcanos, the trip was most certainly a success.
Looking for bears
One year we decided to trade the climbing trip for a mountain biking trip. In August 2008 we headed west with hopes of tall dusty lips, hangtime, banked turns, Colorado beer, bears and good mountain camping. We found a bit of each.
Mulberry weekend, April 2007
Another trip to the heartland with the sister and Captain McIntosh.
One Eyed Dog
I felt the need to immortalize this, the only documented evidence of an infamous campsite in the Mulberry River Valley.
2008 Mashup
Totally random 2008 image data.
Summit County B&W 2006
Antoine, his cousin Brett, Cole, Erica and I headed to Summit County, Colorado in January 2006. At the time, this annual pilgrimage in search of ridable snow was a sure bet for trouble of the best kind.
Autumn in the Beech Tree City
A November visit to the Beech Tree City, deep in the heart of the Ozark Highlands. All images brought to you by the Holga, lovingly transferred here with a scanner.
Mochachocolatte Suprise 2007
Our intrepid explorers head to Summit County in colorful Colorado with their snowboards for more sideways-sliding shenanigans.
Crested Butte 2005
Antoine, Grant and I headed west looking for snow in January 2005. With more than 6 feet of snow in the 9 days we were at Crested Butte, you might say we got more than we bargained for. These images were all scanned from film negatives.



























































































































