Hello, world. Test, test. Can you read me? I'm living in hotel rooms. There's Campbell's soup cans on the desk, Bolthouse Farms protein drinks in the college fridge, and a pullup-bar in the bathroom doorway. There is also an open Patagonia Vertical book next to me, with scribblings of logistics written in feverish excitement over the back of a piece of paper from work. Work? Wait. Aren't I supposed to be working with a salty frown, covered in fish guts on the fringe of the Atlantic catching lobsters? I did that for about two months this summer before finding what many might consider a dream - or surreal - job. I work for Rope Partner Inc. now. What do I do? I fix giant surfboards attached to huge straws that stick out of the hillsides of the world to generate electricity when the wind blows. Imagine climbing 100 meter ladders and then rappelling it, swinging around in the wind trying to use power tools to fix fiberglass repairs. Or rigging mechanical advantage systems for internal hoisting work. In any regard, I live out of hotels and fly a lot, and will have winters pretty much FREE to climb my little heart straight out its cavity. I am in the process of writing a book about the most recent climbing route I opened, La Presencia de mi Padre, 1600m, 5.10+, El Monstruo, Cochamo, Chile. More to come on that. And pictures. Stay tuned!
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