untitled 09

untitled 09

Jesse listened to Kacey Musgraves, I listened to Kendrick.

I remember I was conflicted

Each time the refrain marked a new track, my consciousness flared with a new snapshot of my surroundings.

I remember I was conflicted

Lodgepole pines with a base of rotten, chunky, needled snow indicating spring’s grasp on winter’s bounty.

I remember I was conflicted

A lake marked by parallel lines with no regard for aesthetic. It was frozen, but otherwise in a state of disorder.

I remember I was conflicted

The faint glow of Jesse’s headlamp on various-sized avalanche debris in his vicinity. We both brought ski crampons; he was just considering their utility, I had already admitted defeat.

I remember I was conflicted

We emerged from the stand of trees below the meadows of Garnet Canyon as a cool blueness took hold of our shared color palette. palate?

I remember I was conflicted

Kendrick probably hasn’t seen this, I reasoned as we took our first steps up the headwall of the Middle Teton, skis now off our feet and fixed to our packs. I’m sure he’d appreciate it all. I’d surely feel the same in his world.

I remember I was conflicted

Weeds and Work

Weeds and Work

The Pop 40 Climbs

The Pop 40 Climbs