Sean Tracy
See the "Sean Tracy" name in this photo from the Talkeetna roadhouse? He was the first to trek from Death Valley to the top of Denali, lowest point to highest in North America. And tonight he emailed me.
Curtis Jones
Unit Testing
I prefer UPS, Pepsi, and McDonald's despite never shipping, drinking soda, or eating fast food. Somewhat related: I hate unit testing, not in theory but in practice, where it stands in for basic engineering competence.
A Bar
I can forgive my hotel gym for skipping a bench press. But no pull-up bar at all? And every treadmill faces a wall of mirrors a foot away. I don't enjoy making eye contact with myself while I run.
Cotopaxi
The specific volcano isn't decided yet, but I'll be in Ecuador by mid-January. Cayambe promises some sweet ice climbing, assuming any ice is actually around that time of year.
Donation #20
Blood donation number twenty, and this one sprayed across my arm, shirt, and face. The newly cheerful technician scrubbed at the stains while I considered timing my exit, lips bloody, to greet the next donor with "the food here is delicious."
Gogo
Gave Gogo Inflight a try (free for first-timers) and didn't recognize half the names in the seatback Us Magazine. Use Tor over in-flight wifi, people; someone like me is watching. Also, Delta let me keep the wine bottle.
Technicolor
A meadow along the Pine Creek trail in the San Isabella Wilderness, heavily worked over in Photoshop. When I'm not burning time in the Denver airport, I want to do better by the trees and the creek.
All Done
A week in the Collegiate Wilderness with Corey: no sleep, relentless wind, grass-knot ground, crampons over a pass, and snow that wouldn't quit. We bailed down Pine Creek and caught a ride from some kind old hunters.
Summit Feaver
The plan: camp at the trailhead, then run up Huron, Missouri, Belford, Oxford, Harvard, Columbia, and Yale, weather and appetite for pain permitting. If Corey remembers his Spot Locator, whereiscurtis.com might even track it.
Canyons, Cars, Camps, Cooking and ... Squirells
The rental site promised a Caliber and gave us a PT Cruiser. But the real story is this year's Grand Canyon Death March: a rim-to-rim-to-rim in 19:57, nearly four hours faster than last year. The taped toes held. I might be done with these.
