The moment we pulled into the Buttermilks we decided that we would be staying for quite a while. We're climbing, making new friends, and happy.
Enough jibba jabba, how about some action?
(Did you know you can click the images for a larger view? Thats right you can!)
Amanda feelin' lucky in a grove of clovers. Redwoods.
Fort Ross with fog early in the morning. Sonoma Coast, Cali.
More of Fort Ross.
Chillin' on a Redwood.
Huge dyno to that crimp, Flying Monkey V9.
No, she didn't knock that down. It was like that when we got there.
Trying to make some feathered friends.
Quiet time on the Sonoma Coast.
Midnight Lightning. Camp 4, Yosemite National Park.
Portrait under the Stonemaster emblem.
El Cap, a Dead Guy Ale, and Amanda. Perfect combination.
The King, V7, onsight. The Cathedral Boulders, Yosemite.
It's kinda tall...We took the bikes around the park as we toured the bouldering areas in the Valley. Pretty nice day, I'd say.
Tuolumne via Tioga Pass.
Tuolumne again, the other side of Half Dome.
Told you I was there, son!
Truffle Shuffle!
Dr. Suess lives here? Nope, just another sweet random Astoria art gallery.
This store was nuts--we loved it. Astoria.
The rocks fit the doubloon! Cannon Beach.
Amanda enjoying Lost Rocks while crushing, Northern California.
Dyno to the lip and mantel. Lost Rocks.
Sweet traverse in Lost Rocks.
Amanda has an eye for sweet shots.
The sand was especially low for our trip to Lost Rocks, resulting in mega-highballs. No crashpads--just sand.
Another shot of that traverse I must have climbed back and forth at least a half dozen times. Sometimes I just don't want to stop climbing.
Fog rollin' in. Made for an eerie bouldering experience in the second half of the day.
Lake Convict in the Eastern Sierras. Beautiful place, sordid history...
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