buildering

i love the fall

Ah, yes.  I was once asked how there could POSSIBLY be a link between climbing and fine art...and to that I have found an answer.  When, just this past Monday, I found myself with a need to climb....and simultaneously found myself at my art studio all day long, I opted to test the durability of the house in which I create my artwork.  Built in 1929, I can now say with great confidence (having traversed the opening between two of the main rooms of the house...) that the home was built quite well. 

Climbing is where you find it, friends...

FA attempt of my new project "Intelligence is over rated" V-what, 5.retard. I got the beer opened at the next clip but then spilled it when my mom called. I tried to get the phone and proceeded to take a 31 inch whipper to the crash-pad because I was drunk and my belayer was watching tv. Next time.

I found this buildering spot downtown. This new retaining wall has various heights from 20-35 ft, with half pad crimps, bad feet and slippery top outs. A lot of fun!!!

Gregb Climbing at rest area

This is a much younger version of myself buildering on the side of a boathouse at a state park in NC. Interesting to note that I just ripped those pants (which were about 8 years old) while slacklining.