Dream Big! Live Your Dreams!
Disclaimer and Waiver of Liability: 1) This essay describes actual life events and the choices that I made to change a serious medical condition. I am not a medical doctor and if you read this and decide to follow my advice then that is your decision and you bear responsibility for that choice. 2) I
“This is the best thing happening in the boxes. 14,000 gyms…each one is a lifeboat against this tsunami of chronic disease that’s going to take 70% of the people out there.” —Greg Glassmann, CEO, CrossFit Inc. The phone call came the night before Thanksgiving on November 20, 2018, at 7:00 p.m. A close friend of
Greetings esteemed guests, colleagues, parents, and my beloved students. I am honored to speak tonight—an honor bestowed on me by my colleagues. To my colleagues I say thank you for the privilege to speak tonight and I’ll try not to let you down. To the graduating class I say congratulations. You’ve worked really hard and
When I first arrived in the Needles of South Dakota in May of 1978 I had no idea how this place would change my life. Back then the climbing culture was almost entirely populated by eclectic individuals and things were no different in the Needles—it was just a microcosm of the American climbing scene. We
Disclaimer: This story reflects the author’s recollection of events. Some names and identifying characteristics have been changed to protect the privacy of those depicted. Dialogue was re-created from memory. Rescue on the Grand Teton: I remember standing below the fixed rope at the top of the Moraine and thinking—who in their right mind would still
Paul fell. The rope tightened in my hands. The hook with the extra tape on it shifted on its hold and popped like a gunshot. The two lowest hooks were ejected off the wall and slid down the rope landing in my hands.
Bivouac From Hell is the harrowing tale of a climbing adventure gone wrong. The narrator, Peter Delannoy, tells the tale of climbing Mt. Schistler in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming when he was twelve along with a group of other climbers. The group bites off more than they can chew and they pay a
Disclaimer: The following story contains strong language and blasphemy that some may consider offensive. I give the story an R rating. Read it at your own risk. I lashed myself to the summit of the Needles Eye and glanced at the dark clouds roiling in the sky. The super cell surged toward us like a
Rock fall in the mountains happens all the time. These events are explosive, immediate, and usually happen so fast there is usually no time to react. What I remember most about my own experiences is the utter violence and power of these events. In August of 1976 I witnessed a large portion of a mountainside
The wind, the breezes, moving air. After forty years of mountaineering I have a thing about the wind. In the high places near the cliffs, the walls, and massive peaks the wind is always moving, first one way and then another. Sometimes the wind is welcome—a cooling elixir on a hot day. At other times