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…and it begins.

The summer of 2014 has officially begun for me.  I just got home from my last class of the spring semester, I’m not taking any summer classes, and we’ve started packing for our first road trippin’ adventure.

This milestone gave me the opportunity to reflect on my last couple of summers.  It was a nice trip down memory lane.  I’ve had some pretty incredible summers.  Monumental.  They’ve included travel to exotic locals, outdoor pursuits, laughter, joy, pain, tragedy, love, family, friends and so much more.  I’m so excited for this summer, and we’ve got some crazy cool plans for the coming months.

Taking a look back, 2012 gave me the opportunity to climb the highest peak in the continent of Africa, Mt. Kilimanjaro, in an effort to raise money for the Cancer Climber organization (founded by my buddy Sean Swarner.)  I met the most amazing people and was humbled by the beauty and challenge of Africa.


At the summit: 19,304′ above sea level.


Approaching high camp, a.k.a. garbage camp.

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Truly a life changing experience.  That summer was liberating, challenging and mind-blowing.  I also went skydiving, gallivanting with old friends and explored several 14ers in my backyard.

The summer of ’13 was similarly impressive.  I rafted the Grand Canyon.  Yes, one of the seven natural wonders of the world.  I spent 16 beautiful days with 16 beautiful people in one of the most amazing places on earth.  We hit the tongue and rode it straight (mostly!  Oops, Lava!) for over two weeks of laughter.  Thanks to LBK (Josh Kruger) for giving me the opportunity to take the trip.  It was another one for the books.


Head first into the spray!  Face shots for dayz.


Exploring the countless side canyons was a true highlight.


We live here right now?!?  COOL!!!

grand canyon 13 095_edited-1That’s why I come out here: nature.

So what does this summer hold for Joan and I?  Sooooo many things!!  Five trips back to Colorado, including a bachelor party (sorry Joan, I’ll be going solo for that!), the Dolores River Festival and 100 Miles of Nowhere, and a Rockies Reunion.  We get to enjoy our family in Colorado a couple of times and play with our nephews, siblings, parents, cuzes, etc.  We’re performing several times and teaching a three-week circus camp (Funtown Circus!) and exploring our new home in Flagstaff.  We’re leaving for a week long camping trip in the vast deserts of Utah tomorrow.  Life is good and summer is just beginning.  Here we go!



Day 4: Barranco to Barafu

Day 4

If an apprehensive vibe was felt on the first day of the hike, on the start of this day the nervousness was palpable.  We knew we were waking up to the most physically demanding effort of the trip: First, we’d be faced with a climb up the Barranco Wall, a pitch that rises straight out of camp and gains 1,000 feet before you’ve even started to digest your breakfast.  After that, the day becomes a long approach to high camp, dipping into the Karanga Valley for a spell and then soaring to 15,000′.  Once arrive at camp, we’d be treated to a quick meal and a three hour nap before setting of on our midnight summit bid.



Climbing the Barranco Wall is very similar to Colorado’s Wetterhorn Peak: some exposure, a few hands and feet moves, but mostly fun stair-step type climbing.  I’d consider it the most difficult climbing of the trek, if altitude was eliminated.  Nothing more than easy class three makes it clear why so many people attempt this mountain each year.

Kyle, looking back from where we came.  This was a really enjoyable section of climbing.

The porters impressed us further on this section, carrying tons of weight on old shoes and taking the most difficult path in order to get around us slow gringos.  They’re amazing people.


Arriving at the top of the wall, we were blown away by the view of the peak.  It was right there, in front of us, in all it’s majesty.  Mt. Kilimanjaro, 19,341′ above sea level.  And we were climbing it.


Boom.  Thar she blows.

For the rest of the day, Kili loomed large above our heads.  We dipped into the Karanga Valley shortly.  Sean and I lamented the lack of a ladder bridge spanning the valley, which would have cut two hours and several hundred vertical feet off the day.  Those Westerners sure can dream




..and regaining lost footage.

Topping out above Karanga Valley put us at Karanga Camp aka “Dirty Camp”.  Because it’s gross.  Lot’s of people get sick here, Sean said, and for this reason we made a quick lunch stop and kept moving.  Onward and upward.


A quick break in the clouds to refuel.


We were working towards a ridge that seemed to get further and further away as time went on.  I started to believe it was a mirage, but we finally crested it.


Dropping down the backside, we could see our work laid out in front of us.  Camp was up on the next ridge, and we knew there was only one way to get there.  Keep climbing.


Cairns on the final pitch.


After a long a tiring day we reached camp.  We knew there were just a few short hours remaining before we’d have to get up and put in a solid physical effort once more, so each team member set to the task of making final summit preparations.

I made a few gear alterations and ate as much food as I could muster on an exhausted stomach.  Terry told us she would not be accompanying us during the summit attempt as her health issues had gained the upper-hand.  It was tough to learn our entire group wasn’t going to make it up to the top, but so it goes in mountain climbing.  I deeply respect her decision and applaud her for having the strength to call it quits.  More often than not, that’s harder than going on.

Sean took the opportunity to make a few people smile and break up the seriousness of the atmosphere by donning “Big Sexy”: a ridiculous outfit consisting of a red onesy (complete with trap door butt) and Soviet-style mad bomber hat.

I made sure to think about the reason I was up on the mountain.  Survivors.  I thought about friends.  I thought about family members.  I thought about those who didn’t survive.  Most of all, I thought about my goal for the trip: to give just one current cancer patient something to look forward to.  To let one patient know that he could do this some day.  I hope I reached that goal.

I went to bed thinking about the climbs I’ve done in my life.  Some were more difficult than others.  I knew this one would be like nothing else.

Day 2: Macheme to Shira camp

Day 2

We awoke to Gasper, our server, knocking on the nylon of our tent.  Groggily, I unzipped the door.

“Coffee or tea?” he asked, holding a tray with an assortment of morning beverages.

What a way to wake up.

Kyle, my tent-mate (and all around cool guy, check out his long-term cause at and I sat in our tent in disbelief about where we were and what we were doing.  “Oh, just having a cup of coffee in my tent on Kilimanjaro. What are you doing today?”  It was time to pack up and get moving for our second effort of the trip.  Our mission today was to reach Shira Camp at around 12,000 ft.

Breakfast was served.  Each morning we could count on porridge, fruit and sausage (and every once in a while, eggs.)  The sausage was actually hot dogs and the porridge was akin to watered down Malt-o-Meal, but I ate ever last bit I could stomach.  Your body works a lot differently at high elevations, and I had discovered how much fuel mine needed each day.

The morning began in a dense, lush rain forest setting but quickly transitioned into more barren  moorlands.  Like, really quickly.  Like, in four steps.  The contrast between the previous ecosystem and the point to which we ascended was stark.  In a matter of feet it seemed that all had dried out and the thick vegetation was replaced with rocks and alpine grasses.  This section rose very quickly and we found ourselves on steep, switchbacking terrain.

Up, up, up we went, through the mist and out of the clouds.

Soon the sun was shining and we took a break for lunch.  A hot meal was waiting for us, prepared by Double D and Gasper.

Recharged and refreshed, we hit the trail again.  The terrain had leveled out a bit and we faced an ascending traverse to reach camp.  The hiking was a bit of connect-the-dots through boulders, finding the best line and stepping from rock to rock.  It was a fun change from the previous steep climbing.

We got to camp and were treated to beautifully wispy clouds, rolling over the lower peaks.

As the sun set, we prepared for the next day.


It’s good to be on a mountain.

Day 1: Machame Gate to Machame camp

Day 1

There was plenty of nervous energy in the air when we awoke on Day 1.  We didn’t really know what to expect, but thought we had our bases covered.  Sean had checked our gear out the day before.  Some climbers had it totally dialed, others were planning on carrying a pretty hefty load, but Sean helped ensure everyone had what they needed.


We had met our guides the night before and were excited to see them again. was the agency we went through and I recommend them completely and without hesitation.  “A1” the entire way.

The bus was loaded with our gear and then our nervous bodies.  The trail head sat an hours drive from Moshi town.  As the pavement turned to dirt and the desert shifted to rain forest, casual conversation was struck up with the friendly Canadians hitching a ride.  Sean’s story is endlessly impressive, but he would never tell it without a little prying.  Luckily, mom was along to spin the yarn.  I reflected on how much this guy has done as she sat and chatted up the Canucks.  I felt more and more honored to have the opportunity to do this with the Cancer Climber Association.


Tanzania is a pretty cool country, for a number of reasons.  One reason that sticks out to me is that they require all Kili climbers to be accompanied by a guide (and usually a number of porters.)  We were no exception.  Upon arrival at the Machame Gate, our porter bags were unloaded and weighed.

(Yes, dear reader, a porter carried my stuff.  A porter will carry your stuff, too, if you ever do this mountain.  I hope that doesn’t shatter the majestic image I’ve built up to this point.  During the day, we all carried day packs with essential items.  Food, water, extra clothes.  Pretty basic.  I brought a super light CAMP pack and hardly felt the weight most days.  I’d be strolling along in my own little contemplative world when a porter would blaze past me, an enormous back pack strapped on his shoulders and an even bigger burlap sack balancing on his head.  He’d be dressed in worn out dress shoes and sweat pants.  And he’d be singing.)

Once the weigh in was completed, we snapped a few typical trail head shots and began our trek.

Pole, pole.

Mt. Kilimanjaro is not a fast hike.  The motto on the mountain, as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, is “pole, pole” which translates to “slowly.”  Guides will constantly remind you to slow down.  While I live in Colorado and did my best to get in a good amount of high altitude training, I trusted their expert opinion and never balked at the slow pace.  It paid dividends later.

The section from Machame Gate to Machame camp was pretty smooth and pedestrian.  We stopped for a nice boxed lunch, but other than that moved pretty consistantly and arrived at Machame camp at 10,170′ in about five hours.


Our camp site gave us a beautiful and intimidating view of our ultimate goal.  Kilimanjaro looms large in the distance, no matter where you might be.  It stalks you.  Only one thing to do: keep climbing.

Cancer Climber 2012 Kilimanjaro Expedition – Pictures

Highlights from the 2012 Cancer Climber Kilimajaro Expedition.

Jambo Bwana!
Habari gani
Mzuri Sana
Hakuna Matata …

Tembea pole pole
Hakuna matata
Utafika salama
Hakuna matata
Kunywa maji mengi
Hakuna matata

Jambo: Greetings

Bwana: Respectful address

Habari gani: How are you?

Mzuri sana: Very fine

Wageni, mwakaribishwa: Foreigners, You are welcome

Hakuna matata: There are no worries

Tembea pole pole: Walk slow, slow

Utafika salama: Come safe

Kunywa maji mengi: Drink plenty of water

Our guides would break into songs and echo calls when you’d least expect it.  It served as a big morale booster to call back their cries of “Koochie koochie!”, “Jip jip jip!”, “pop pop pop!”, and “daron daron daron!”  It also let them know how gassed we were.

“Man, when you lose your laugh, you lose your footing.”

-Ken Kesey, One Flew Over The Cuokoo’s Nest

Safari favorites

I know, I know, I’ve been pretty terrible about posting since I’ve been back. Ironic, since I sit in front of a computer all day.

I’m working on summaries of each day of the trek and will have those up soon. In the meantime, here are a few of my favorite pictures from our safari through the Serengeti and surrounding parks.

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”

Back from safari

This world is pretty amazing.

I just spent the last five days gallivanting around the wildlife preserves of Tanzania, ogling ostrich, wondering at wildebeest and gandering gazelle.  Who’s life is this?!?

The safari was one of the coolest experiences I’ve had.  Most people have been to a zoo and observed some of these animals in captivity.  On safari, you pull right up alongside the elephant, hanging out of your topless Land Rover to get the best shot.  The CB radios equipping each vehicle constantly squawk to life as fellow drivers inform one another of a cheetah sighting.  We watched, mouths agape as a female lion proceeded to stalk and attack two Thompson Gazelle.  We gagged with captivated (nasal) disgust as a group of hippopotamus (the only animal to fart out of it’s mouth) basked in the shade downwind from us.  It was sensory overload in all meanings of the phrase.  I can’t wait to get some pictures up here and share the experiences with you.

I return home on Sunday evening and look forward to some more detailed posts next week!