so long, and thanks for all the fish

To all the DC climbers – thanks to everyone who I went out climbing with, everyone who belayed me, spotted me, went adventuring across the continent with me, played stupid climber games with me at parties, played on woodies with me, decorated my crash pad with evil mooses, tried to convince me that drinking Fosters would be a good idea, let me borrow their house, drove me to the airport, everyone I don’t have photos of, the Governor Stables Bouldering Comp kids, the Red Rocks kids, the adventure racing team, the Summersville deep water soloing pontoon boat kids, and the Sportrock Alexandria crew. I’ll miss you, and looking forward to seeing lots of you in Australia next year :)

DC climbers

(Oh, and there is a reason behind the order of the pictures, I think I got it right – and yes, I did have way too much time in my hands while I was flying back to Australia)


see vegas, i told you it would all fit

So, everything is packed into very heavy bags.

Item One – Heavy Backpack
Item Two – Heavy Ski Bag and Boot Bag
Item Three – Crash pad in cardboard box
Item Four – Carry On thingos = rope bag and laptop bag

lots of important things

Once my plane leaves DC I’ll be landing in Melbourne 28 hours later. Won’t that be fun. Although I’ll start travelling 4 hours before that, so I can actually get to the airport and check in. Then once I get to Melbourne, I have to move house :)

Depart DC – 3.45pm Tuesday East Coast US time / 5.45am Wednesday Melbourne time
Arrive Melbourne – 7.40pm Wednesday East Coast US time / 9.40am Thursday Melbourne time


weekend of no climbing

West Virginia has proven to be rather wet of late, with three of the last four weekends involving far too much rain. And it’s unlikely to let up any time soon, as Hurricane Katrina will be headed that way after doing its best on New Orleans (of course, it won’t be a hurricane any more, just a patch of nasty weather).

It stopped raining for about 46 minutes* over the weekend. Long enough to set up a slackline in the campground, and fall off it a few times.


In other news, the fabric on my thermarest has started bubbling, so when I inflate it, it now looks like it has a tumour. I didn’t like to mention anything infront of it, but I think perhaps its days are numbered. On the plus side, I now own down booties (and I hadn’t realised I could construct a sentence using the letters ‘wno’ so many times).

* Time quoted may be an exaggeration


random interactions

“Maam, excuse me, maam… how long you been working on your hair?”
“About a year.”
“Oh yeah, you got it going on.” [gives me gentle punch on the arm] “Thanks.” [smile at man, keep walking down the street]


as promised…

The triumphant arrival of my new camera.


It appears to take photos, which is what I was hoping for, so I’m rather pleased.

Getting it home was interesting. I cycled back from Fedex in torrential rain: visibility was low, thunder and lightning overhead, I was completely saturated, and not getting any drier as I pedalled through inches of water, with vehicles driving past throwing even more sheets of water at me. I had trouble keeping my eyes open in the rain; by the time I got home they were thoroughly bloodshot. The camera stayed dry though.