Sunday, April 13, 2014

KAILAS- INSIGHT 9.6mm ROPE



Right out of the bag the Insight rope had the flexibility of a yoga instructor and the reliability of an old friend. The bright color made the rope shine against any rock, and the huge tarp  kept it clean of grit for pitch after pitch. We had some difficulty packing the rope into the slick tight bag, but appreciated the ease of carrying and the clear window. 9.6 mm felt like a tag line and clipped like a dream; we could hardly believe it would keep us safe but trusted our lives to the Kailas name. 
We climbed in two groups of two for the day, and everyone wanted to do their big leads on the Insight rope!


 






 GET OUT AND GO ENJOY A CLIMB!







Sunday, April 6, 2014

Alabama Hills Day 2014 LONE PINE CA

Hey Guys!!

So once again, we... The town of Lone Pine are having the Alabama Hills Day on April 12. I, as well as the Alabama Stewardship Group would like you... The Climbers to occupy the rock. With the climbing taking place, I would hope you could join me and BLM officers to pick up garbage and do some trail maintenance.

Bring the Kids and family.... It will be fun! There will be all sort of activities taking place, besides the climbing. From.... Arch walks and talks, flower and bird searching among many more. Also there will be a gathering at the Whitney Portal Hostel to show off the new renovations and to swap stories and meet n' greet people that love the outdoors.
The Stewardship Group sure could use any volunteers... Please contact me through PM if you would like to help the Stewardship Group... Kids it could count towards community service Hours.

Thanks a bunch and we look forward to seeing you out there.

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

KAILAS CLIMBING TEAM ATHLETES


Alright! Amy Jo, and I have just become KAILAS Climbing Athletes. They have Picked us up for this upcoming year of Adventures. We are looking forward to representing such an extensive company. They carry everything one would need to reach there summit, no matter how big or small. KAILAS, has given us the opportunity to work hand in hand with them
for our BIG CLIMB down in South America to work the 
Central Tower of Torres del Paine...Expedition 2015.


We'll keep you guys posted on the excitement and new adventures that we are about to embark on for the year of 2014... 
Nothing Like Being Home!

Thank You KAILAS!

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Thailand with Mom!


Thailand with Mom!

Well, we arrived to Bangkok and our bags did not come with us!  Oh good...80 degrees and nothing but what we wore from ND!  Went across the street and bought two sarongs- all we wore for the next two days!  Too busy.  Too crowded.  Couldn't really avoid the protests.  Mom did great:)
Went down the canals...over to the palace.  Time to go.
Arrived in Ton Sai a few days ago.  Gorgeous. Hippy town.  Lots of cliffs, lots of blue water, amazing food, no cars and a shut down on electricity for 12 hours a day- our kind of vacation!
We'll keep you updated when there happens to be Internet.



Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Way Cool! A new nephew!

Congradulations to my sister Erin Standish on giving birth to her new beautiful and healthy baby boy last night. 

What a treat and a welcoming breath of fresh air! 

 Myles Crewe Standish

7lbs 2oz
                  



              Thanks to who ever edited this... Awesome!

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Hyalite Hard Man



Three flights from the Los Angeles International Airport have me standing in the Bozeman Montana terminal. The final fifty seater transfer flight, I woke to turbulence that reminded me of a scene in the movie Almost Famous. Pretty rocky.

"Looks pretty cold out there" I think to myself as I stare through the airport windows.

Two days prior Amy and I were basking in the sun on Pismo Beach before separating for different journeys. Her going to the beaches of Thailand and me... The Canadian Rockies.

"Where the hell is he, I bet he forgot what time I was landing", no sooner thinking this I hear it. 
"Myles!"
" Barrel Chest!" I holler back in my deep mountain talk.
"Myles!" he throws back in an even deeper gorilla voice.
People are looking at us now as if we are crazy... Maybe there right.

That same night we drive through a blizzard to get to Hyalite Canyon. 
Pitch our tents in the dark and sleep like hibernating bears. We awake in the morning and sure enough... We're in a parking lot. Cross country skiers are bewildered as I stick my head out of the rainfly. They ask if it was cold last night, as I lazily pull my jet-lagged ass out of my tent. More skiers and dogs fill the parking lot as the sun starts to shine. 

I'm still trying to figure out why I'm here in a snowy parking lot, let alone in Bozeman Montana. 

Barrel Chest has got the stove rippin' and the coffee waiting. I immediately jump back into the tent. Throwing on on my long-johns, fleece pants, then soft shells, two pairs of socks, two shirts, a long sleeve, then a fleece, next my daas  parka, then a nice big soft shell jacket to hold all the heat in, I find my balaclava, where's my neck gator?, then a beanie on top of the balaclava, two fleece gloves over each other topped with my mittens... I step out. Harhi a.k.a. Barrel Chest (you'll find he has a lot of nicknames as we move on) looks puzzled as I approach the stove.

"It's cold out Harhi!" I yell at him... as the snow flys horizontally.
He laughs super hard at me. I just stare as his big barrel chest as it starts chuckling.

We march into Hyalite Canyon... I have no idea what all these spiky things do. Barrel Chest reassures me that I'll be fine and have nothing to worry about...

He swings his tool into the ice... The crackling and shattering begin! 
"Ice!" he yells.
"Oh Shit!" I yell
In the helmet and shoulder I take it.
"Fuck you Harhi!" becomes the standard response at every dodge of ice and my code for good job!

People look at us with a stare and drop-jaw, due to our means of communication... Seems they have never seen buds together.

We go from these weird, no sense W.I. rating of W.I. 2, then 3, then right to W.I.5. 

I follow every pitch, hanging on for dear life. My hands scream like a little school girl in pain. They throb as my heart pulls the blood from my extremities... Apparently they call this the screaming barfies.

Barrel Chest gets the standard response from me  as my hands cry.

I study every screw placement, and pick placement with a mechanical eye. I quickly realize always pull down as one of my tools slips out of the ice and I'm balancing on one crampon and one tool waving the other in the air like a cowboy with no idea how to throw a lasso.... It was a close one!

"How High is Harhi!" I yell at him, while he climbs the Scepter W.I.5; "this thing is incredible looking" I holler as the spin drift cuts my eye balls and reinforces my hate for snow. He swings ever tool with precision. The ice kicks up even steeper then what it started as and of course he's taking the steepest hardest line possible.

He drives his tool, plows a screw, then pulls a Barrel Chest grunt. Then I hear him say to him self "Light as a feather, strong as an ox". He then fires the nearly overhanging section for twenty feet with out stoping and placing any pro.

"Off belay Myles!"

"That was the most badass thing I had seen in a long time" I echo through the canyon.  

Harhi continues to mentor me on everything ice and snow.

We drive out that night fully satisfied, then all of sudden the car takes off on a full 180 degree spin on black ice, as we careen into a snow-burm that holds us back from the reservoir 80 feet below. 

Wild ride so far!

We climb for another two days. All types of ice flows, I have the pleasure of watching Harhi the Hyalite Hard Man crush. He turns to me and hands me the screws... "Get some...oh Yeah!" he tells me.

Now we dry or stuff in Missoula, and begin the training of mixed climbing and I get teach the big guy about wailing a piton in. 

The training has begun!

Future Project


Harhi's Messner toe! 

Battling the spin drift

Barrel Chest under the Scepter

The Scepter!

Harhi the Hard Man

El Mentor at work



Stallions!







Steep!


Oh Yeah!


Whoops... How does this go in?

Harhi gets tired of my shannagans

Perfect!