A Small Adventure (Reggae) Tuesday

Well this particular adventure day was not well documented with a camera that has picture capabilities. There are a few videos on Andy's blog (the link is on the blog) giving a small glimpse into what happened on this particular day.
It started with a plan to hit up the escape buttress and have some fun up there. We made our way to the buttress and saw that there was very little shade to be had. so we unpacked our gear played the harmonica and got ready for the climb.
Andy led the climb, and while he was up there he had stuck his and in a pocket and a bird flew out of the same pocket he, only moments earlier, had his hand in. Thus startling Andy, and myself, but also leaving smiles on our faces.
We retreated to the shade to cool off a bit, sing some reggae songs and eat some banana chips.
Then it was my turn. We had tied our shirts into ninja masks/turbins, and continued climbing. It was rather miserable and I spent a lot of time on the wall. About mid climb there was a loud noise behind Andy, and then a rock tumbled down the hill. Both of us stopped and looked around, but found nothing. Who knows what it was, it could have been an evil spirit come to take our souls, or a grizzly bear, or maybe even a giant that lives ontop of the climb and doesn't want intruders.
After this we called it a day. Andy to mow his yard, and me to finish my louis lamour book that I was captured by.
This was but a small adventure. There will be more to report soon.

Jeff Explaining His Crash

More Rain

Well it seems that every adventure chronicled in the captains log has to do with some precipatation. This is mostly due to the fact that Utah has played a horrible trick on us all.
So this day started like most adventure tuesdays start, with some good old fashioned rock climbing. We (Brett, Andy, and myself) went up AF canyon to the membrane wall, it was there that we climbed, and had a rather good time at it. We dicided to call it a day when we noticed that the weather was planning to block out the sun, and bring the precipatation that seems to accompany all adventures now-a-days. We returned to Andy's and we sat and ate some sandwiches. We then decided to continue our adventure with some mountain biking. Now an adventure just isn't an adventure without some misery and pain, and today was no different.
We drove to the trail head at the top of the alpine loop, where we met up with Whitney and Jeff, and we got all pumped up to ride the muddy, miserably wet trail.
So the ride started, and it was all going quite well, enjoying the rain and the fun of riding a mountain bike. As we went along Brett thought that he would slice his leg open, so he looked hardcore, and then Andy completly worked over his derailer. I don't know what happened, but he messed it up pretty well. But we can't have that be the most hardcore thing that happens. So Jeff, with his brakes that kept sticking, went down a slimy downhill, and at the bottom turfed it hard. Now i didn't see this, but i heard the UFF that was emitted from his mouth. He ended up bending his rim, scraping his elbow, and possibly fracturing his hip. We being the nice people we are, left Jeff to carry his bike down the rest of the trail.
To finish the trip we loaded the bikes into the trucks and went to sundance to wash our bikes off, and to grab some tea. All in all, another awesome adventure for adventure tuesday.

Miserably Happy

This adventure, most like all other adventures, begins with a simple phone call. It came very "spur of the moment," as it should. I am currently on 3 hours of sleep due to this particular spur of the moment phone call. It came from a good friend of mine Andy Earl. Now Andy and I have had quite a few adventures together, and this would be no different. The phone call went something like this;
Andy: "Hey man, whats up?"
Me: "Nothing, just getting off work"
Andy: "Do you have skis or a snowboard or something?"
Me: "Yes"
Andy: "Do you want to hike up pfiefferhorn and snowboard down?"
Me: "Yes"
and that is how it all started. I then went to his place of work and we talked about what we were to do for our adventure. We spoke of the weather conditions (terrible), and what we needed to bring (anything that we didn't care getting wet, and whatever would make this a miserable night). We had both talked of how this adventure will suck, but would be a good tale to tell, so i tell it now. I am saddened to report, that out comrade and faithful friend Brett Olsen was unable to accompany us on this adventure.
So we started off as soon as possible, which was late, like usual. We readied our gear that weighed close to 70 lbs. each due to snowboards, boots, tents and other essentials.

















And we prepared to head off in the rain, mud and possible snow. Mind you this is at about 12:00 a.m.We begin the hike thinking that we would reach the way point, Red Pines Lake, in a short period of time. This proved to be a more daunting task than expected.
So in the rain and snow we hiked for a good 2 hours, and then found ourselves on a snowy hillside just looking for a place to camp and rest our tired legs. we found a spot and laid pine branches down to add as a buffer between us and the snow because we had no pads (this adds to the adventure).
So we made some tea, and settled into bed, at 3 am. That whole night, and into the morning we were met with some rather friendly rain storms, who insist on getting everything wet. So i awoke quite early due to drinking too much water and tea the night before, and came out and surveyed the area, and needless to say, the conditions weren't what we had anticipated. We then went ahead and looked around, and strapped on our snowboards and played around a bit.
As we tired out we decided to head back down the mountain. This was accompanied by some more rain and mud and wet clothing. We were not able to summit on this trip, but we did get some rather good pictures from it, and some great adventure tale of the time we almost conquered the rainy pfiefferhorn.