Snow patriots.

Another Christmas bringing the same feelings of family dread. This was turning out to be a traditional Christmas of five minutes of socializing then disappearing into the bowels of what ever structure I happen to be being held captive in. This year was a little different in that there where far fewer siblings due to work schedule.
After the traditonal festivities my eldest brother and I vacated the premisiss to hes domicile in Sugar House, Salt lake City. The night brought alot of very mellow fun. Starting with Phillep whom is in town from Hunigton beach, California. We shot the breeze for a whaile before stepping out into the heave snow fall that would bring more then a foot of snow to most of the valley. We headed out to the house some of Phill's high school buddies. After much chatting and stories of a good friend whom passed many years past we stepped once again into the now shin deep snow to meet up with more of the crew that Matt(my eldest brother) lives with. A very good jam session between Matt and Phill and a few more hours later we set out on cross country skis through the streets of Sugar House long about midnight My self adorned in my verywarm puffy coat an American flag so Haus(one of Matts room mates) could get some photos in the flakes and street lights. Upon arriving at Mo's house and gorging our selves on left overs and watching youtube clips of the 1981 Disney cult classic(the group I was currently with being the cult) Condor Man. Once the gorging and distubance of Mo's family ended slidding once again through the clam flakes back to my brothers residence for more conversation and live music to wind down the night as we all trickeled off to our corners to slumber.

Old stomping grounds.

Then new paint job of a year and a half old hiding the adventures of my many hours spent grunting, sweating, chalking, and throwing is the first thing to catch my eye as I walk through a door from my memory. I haven't been here for coming up on nearly a year and a half to two years. I take it in as the youth playing the same games that I played at their age. Showing the testosterone that there bodies are just starting to produce. Going for the biggest most aggressive moves to try and grab attention. As for myself I am lured now by the smoothest most graceful lines. Making the moves as fluidly as my out of shape oxygen deprive muscles will allow. For me it has been a while since I have moved with any distinguishable steadiness due to a good year on the river and an injury to boot. My session today began around 4:30pm. A slower time where the mothers and fathers are just finishing there circuits before the rush of youth and strength ascend to send.
The group that is the influence of each and every line in this place starts to assemble. Dressed in their down and beanies soon to be removed to reveal the liberating attire of free movement. People like Chris, Luke, Amy, and many others in this very unique and diverse group. Some of these characters have been around these valley since I was the awe struck punk kid the inspired. There are also a few older faces that I used to spend nights creating with to keep the masses intrigued and satisfied. Sometimes we would be in this place with a fresh canvas just cleaned by the those thirsty to drink what we will create for the cricus that will be coming to town to showcase their talents. 24 hours of twisting and tweaking tightening an removing. One hold father will make the movement work just right.
The mood almost changes like people changing shifts at work. Exactly as I remember it when I was the most permanent fixture here. The light outside goes down as the chalk content in the air rises. It is time to send. In one night I would send all but five of the lines the place has to offer. Hitting the point of failure but not satisfied resting and doing it again. At one point I looked up and watched through the air filled chalk and watched and was transported back to age 22. This place was my home I just slept somewhere else. Getting re acquainted with more then just old friends, the way my body moved on this wall was just like a reunion. 5 hours later its is time to leave. This trip to The Front climbing club was the best session of climbing I have had in a long time.

The top is of me in a suit. It happens about once a decade. the bottom is one of my self portoraits at cedar breaks by Cedar City.

Corey your the greatest.

Corey King helped me figure it out through a round about way.

Technologically retarded

So you may or may not laugh at me for this but, I have been trying to figure out how to send photos from my phone to my blog and cannot figure it out. Would someone help me in this. I have many good funny and gorgious photos just waiting to go on to the old blog.