Shaun and I went to Yosemite and freed Unemployment Line on Mt Broderick. 

Sunk 20 miles into the backcountry, it's only been climbed once in 1979 by Galen Rowell, Claude Fiddler and Vern Clevenger. 

I had recently finished my first 50 mile running race, so he assumed I was up to suffer.

After months of banter, postponing and planning, our “super secret plan” to stamp Pullharder on the First Winter Ascent of Peter Croft’s Evolution Traverse was ready to be launched into action

With only a couple of weeks off of school a year, I wanted to make the most of my Christmas vacation, so when Roberto invited me to come play in New Mexico how could I say no?

“I believe. I believe. I believe.” Staring at the ceiling of my car, parked at the foot of Lone Pine Peak. 2:45 a.m. on a February morning, trying to psyche myself through the doubts that kept creeping through my head. “It is within me. Believe.”

I love soloing alpine because I can reflect and take in the fantastic vistas when I want to stop, and I'm able to zoom at my own pace when I feel good.

The Sierra season is short, we are told. July through September, then the snows come. True, but in the Range of Light, the sun comes out again after the storm and warms the rock faces.

The Warrior is at home when engaged in war, when strategy is put to action. The Pirate is at home roaming the open seas. And the climber…well that’s what many climbers ponder

the Cleaver came into view, a jagged wall ribbed with corners and painted with rusty colored dikes, dominating the back of the cirque.

I realized my fingers had gone numb.  This was a completely new sensation for me on a climb and I wasn’t particularly fond of the feeling.

Exploration on the North Face of Mt. Langley

An ominous weather forecast had a couple of us doubting whether we should go, but then Konstantine called us on our shit.  Are we not men?  No, we are Pullharder!

King’s Canyon is an untouched Yosemite, mycoplasmosis replete with vast first ascent potential, minimal approaches, perfect rock and a beautiful setting.

We made it a few hundred feet before the Astronaut radioed to Houston that he would need a belay.

I find myself desperately trying to pound in a bolt whilst being buffetted by gusty winds

Teased by reports of big virgin granite up the Cleaver Valley, Lindsey, Shay Andre and I found ourselves parked at Whitney Portal late one August evening.