This ain't no Atari.

If your anything like me, well let me rephrase that, if you have a pulse and like to breathe on occasion you've probably heard of the video game craze that is sweeping the world. X-Box 360, PlayStation 3, Wii, you name it, it's out there and I'm sure they make a game you would love to play. Currently that game for me is RockBand. Real instruments that can take a beating, and a mic that would stand the legendary stage antics of Mic Jagger. Pick your poison, or song in this case and watch as the colorful notes overwhelmingly descend from above like a game of Tetris on speed. If you have never played the drums before your in for a cramp from beating the base petal. I prefer songs like "Wanted Dead or Alive", I guess reminiscing from days of old. Whatever. That song rules anyway. I guess I have to dust off my air guitar. Anyway gotta run...sound check 1,2,3,4.

Gray Rock Ride This Weekend

Honestly, these weekend rides have become addictive. There is nothing like getting behind the wheel of a capable 4 wheel drive. The opportunities are limitless and thrill, priceless. As Ferris Bueller once said "If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up."

Jeff Wales Photo Shoot

The Blueprint

My life is easy, not really complicated. But not by chance. I have developed over the years the ability to shape or model my life. The blueprint seems to be to stay within certain boundaries, constantly strive to simplify and keep dramatic change to a minimum. This is all handled through a diverse thought process referred to as "thinking ahead". It affords me a certain piece of mind that otherwise would be impossible. Yet from time to time unavoidable items enter your life that seem to tear your blueprint into pieces. Your daily life now revolves around issues that typically would never appear. Yeah, I'm adaptable or at least that's what my resume says. If any unforeseen events shall arise I will adapt and overcome. But I don't have an answer for everything and anything out of my control is enough to drive me insane. Maybe we are all control freaks to a certain degree. I know that I am, but I don't consider it to plague me. In fact, its another facet of my blueprint. Proportional with aging, I think you begin to exercise increasing control in decisions over your life in order to prolong...your life. I know when I was younger I would hurl myself down a 5 step hand rail on a skateboard destroying my ankles on impact. Considering those consequences I resort to the watching the X-Games to satisfy my desire. Now, older and wiser I still engage in high risk activities such as rock climbing, but under controlled circumstances. To me it seems to be a fine balance between releasing enough control to enjoy life, but remaining in control to extend it.

Regardless of the weather

Most individuals don't have the privilege of associating with such a diverse group of people; I on the other hand do. Actually I do it quite often jumping from group to group.But I never thought my friends would be seasonal, unfortunately it seems that way. I see some during the cold rock climbing season and others during the hot summer months of my recent 4 wheel drive adventures. But some are year round. The kind you keep in touch with regardless of the weather. Pictured here is Josh, myself and Tommy. Without Josh's consistent help I wouldn't have the BAD ASS Cherokee I own. Great guy, down for anything, including his recent crossover into bouldering. Tommy is crazy funny, constantly keeping you on your toes with his pranks. His personality is unmatched. I can only hope that the future holds as much fun as the past, regardless of the weather.

New Years Eve

Today was a long day. Sarah and I started it off with a second day on at Horse Pens 40. There were alot of people there and most of them got in the way. I think that most of the visitors are unaware that they have their stuff in the way of boulder problems they are not doing. Whatever. We finally cruised to the back, I was interested in that long traverse across the Eight Ball Boulder...whatever it's called. There were a group of loud girls on some problem next to Eight Ball giving each other beta and motivation to get to the top. Most of them were wearing everything they could muster up that had the word climbing written on it, you know all those over priced shirts and pants to make you feel like your really a part of the crowd. 20 minutes later we left, having our fill on all the gumbies we could handle for one afternoon. On to Adam's house for what may be my 6th year in a row I have spent New Year's Eve. Cooper made his yearly return, only to surprise me with a recent buzz-cut. Ouch Coop...let it grow back man!! Jk. If you haven't had the pleasure of meeting Cooper Roberts I would suggest putting that high on your to-do-list. I had my fair share of drinking, in fact I think I got buzzed way too early, but I made it to midnight and shortly thereafter Sarah and I left. Good times, good friends!