Red Rocks holds a special place in our hearts, with its soaring walls of featured stone and incredibly beautiful canyons filled with secrets waiting for the intrepid explorer to find. It was also a place where Tracy and I, early in our dating, had some incredible experiences which formed bonds that led to us getting married. It feels like a second home, and we’ve been fortunate to spend a week each spring on the sunny sandstone ever since we tied the knot.
For awhile, we were fixated on climbing only the long routes, but lately we’ve come to embrace a mix of trad and sport, giving us rest days from each just when you think your body can’t take any more. Rather than bore most of you with a long winded passage about our week, I’ll simply say we started in the Creek and finished on the top of the Brownstone Wall, and had a lot of great memories in between. The photos below can fill in the rest of the gaps.
Most importantly, this trip was all about the people, and each day we got to spend time with new and old friends alike, in some of the most stunning scenery in the West. I like to think of myself as a grateful person, and a week like the one we just had makes me realize that some things in life will never make sense, and sometimes you are given blessings that seem above and beyond anything you could ever deserve.
Moab’s newest food offering. So delicious!
Thunderpup settles in for the ride to Vegas.
A blizzard envelopes Red Rocks.
A ringtail cat looking for some tasty treats.
Red Bull gives you wings, but Red Rocks makes you happy!
Maybe this is why it takes us so long to get out the door in the morning.
Juniper Canyon & the Brownstone Wall.
Varnish and finger cracks = delightful!
Top of the Brownstone Wall.
Blue Steel on the left, Magnum on the right.