Author: Mark Egge

North

And I’ll be up here Where the air is clear Where it feels like something is about to begin Where’s it’s all that I am, and all that I might (Some lyrics that I stole from somewhere) Observations while driving from Cheyenne to Billings: A tumbleweed fence. That is, a 4-strand barbed wire fence so […]

Climbing Desktop Background

Climbed Lover’s Leap this morning with Chad and Sagar–a classic 5.7 multipitch trad climb near Red Rocks. Led the second pitch (180′, 5.7), and found I rather enjoyed it–even almost wished it was a touch more challenging. I’m finally to a point where I trust the systems and trust the gear, and increasingly do not […]

27

Tomorrow I turn 27. By 27, a lot of folks have life more or less figured: who they are, what they want to be, what life’s for, and what they’ll make of it. Married, career, kids in the waiting. Me? I haven’t the foggiest. I’m still searching–may always be a searcher. Some quick thoughts about […]

I Love Shitty Authors

I hold no truck with stylists. That is, of the authors I admire, few are likely to be accused of being masters of their craft. I admire John Steinbeck–who in the introduction to one of his own books admits that he writes poorly. Ray Bradbury is hardly a master of style–though I find his works […]