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Summer Climbing Camps in Squamish

This summer ACMG Full Rock Guide Jamie Selda and myself are offering two crack and trad climbing camps as well as one four-day, guided rock climbing experience where guests get a chance to taste all that IS climbing in Squamish BC. Our two day crack and trad climbing camps combine crack climbing skills and movement coaching with protection placement analysis and leading strategy to get your 2014 climbing started on the right foot(hold). The dates for this camp is July 28th – 29th and Aug. 9th – 10th. Our four day experiential camp is for those who, regardless of age or experience, are considering jumping into rock climbing with both feet but want a taste of what bouldering, crack climbing, face climbing, sport climbing and multipitch climbing are like before they commit to learning the skills to do it on their own. This camp is a fully guided look at all the styles of climbing Squamish has to offer. If you or someone you know is interested, please spread the word and get in touch for more information.

Jeremy Blumel – jerblumel@gmail.com 604 849-1760
Jamie Selda – jamie.selda@gmail.com 650 815-9125

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Summer 2013 on into our first winter as Parents of Little Anik

The last post went off about the past year for myself and my partner Mandoline. It was a challenging year work wise for me, health wise for me and finally in a deeply connecting the dots of life kind of way when Anik appeared on our scene. Time has passed, my heart has become stronger because of the patch and stronger still with my feelings for my little family, and a whole summer has flown by. I tried to work part time this summer guiding but unexpected Van breakdowns forced me to work a bit more. Had some of the absolute best private guiding days of my career this year including climbing some of the new and resurrected pitches at The Gobsmacking Wall at Shannon Falls, climbing Angel’s Crest with a high school friend and climbing Blazing Saddles, Borderline, Angel’s Crest and High Plains Drifter in a day swapping leads with a great friend and guest and watching him make some truly strong improvements. Through out the summer and into the Fall I applied to as many teaching jobs as possible but no dice. So what does that mean for a guy who wants to teach elementary school during the year but has no full time job and the guiding season is kaput? It means being a substitute teacher on call, doing some great dry sunny fall days guiding at places like the new Top Shelf crag and now hitting the road with my partner and daughter to go climbing, sun soaking and generally desert living in the sand and the dust and the prickles. Perfect.

Our plan is simple, Smith Rocks for a week or so to meet up with world famous Dad and Guide Jamie Selda and his even more famous wife Christine and their stunningly talented three kids River, Jasper and Cedar. This family knows how to introduce kids to that simple life we all know and love so much. After that a week sport climbing around the Saint George area with Canadian legends Jan and Doug with the chance of a Mike Doyle appearance. It will be plush there as D and J have rented a place. After that we head to Bishop Cali. to refind bouldering and crash in a little cottage rented to us by a kind and generous local. The bouldering is just a bonus as we are really just transporting lighting and sound effects equipment for Will Stanhope’s premier extravaganza happening in Bishop around the 9th of November. If you’re around, or even if you have to quite school and give blood to afford it, get to Bishop to see this show. Makes Canada’s Cirque Du Soleil look like a bunch of well trained and talented acrobats…

Anyways, we’re in Portland for the eve, Thursday Oct. 17, staying at the house Martin, Zepher and Lotti because of their incredible generosity. Anik was melting down through out the three hours of bumper to bumper traffic through Seattle to Vancouver Washington area. Now I remember why I don’t live on a city. Yeesh. Wish us luck. Jer

Nov. 5th
Well, we survived the drive to Smith with a 4.5 month old and spent a great week climbing in the Lower Basalt Gorge. Why there? Shade for us and the wee human, a good spread of grades from splitter 5.10 cracks that mum was warming up to to techy 5.12 aretes. We did get one day climbing around the Monkey Face, catching up with Sonnie T and Hayden Kennedy. Unbelievably, Hayden the climbing savant, had never been to Smith and Sonnie was giving him the royal tour. I rope a few top ropes up Rising Expectations, the incredible overhung finger crack left of Just Do It, Spank The Monkey wishing I had lead that, and the bottom pitch of the East Face of the Monkey Face. That line really nailed home a desire to pick up the performance pace and improve. I would love to climb that line. The concentration of routes, quality of the stone and shady made the Lower Gorge a winner of a spot. Anik, our little daughter, slept in a bouncy chair listening to the serene Crooked River flowing behind her. Two and a baby is NOT ideal for route climbing so luckily Hayden proved to be a self proclaimed Baby Whisperer. We also climbed with two friends from Squamish who we’re escaping a three week trip with three kids and two dogs! They pawned the children on Grandma and Grandpa and came climbing as well showing us that our situation was far from desperate. Camping was cold at night but Sonnie T graciously lent us his Circus Tent which he uses in the off season for his chainsaw juggling show. With this we had a huge warmer space for Anik and a happier week in Skull Hollow.

From Smith we drove to Saint George Utah to meet up with great friends Jan Black and Doug Orr, stay in their swanky Sports Plex Condo and climb on some of the newer limestone sport climbing appearing there. As the weather played out, we had some cold weather the first day and suffered it down at Sunset Alley, a newer limestone area with incredible rock. It warmed up and we spent a few more days at Sunset Alley enjoying some of the lines in the cave as well as the slightly overhung wall across from it. We also had a day of sandstone bouldering in Mo’s Valley which was actually amazing. Sadly our time flew by here too and the next thing we knew, we were driving to Bishop for the remaining two weeks of the trip.

Bishop is amazing, and will always be amazing no matter how many times I visit. We’ve come here many times and usually concentrated on the Buttermilks, being granite snobs. Well this trip we branched out because of a gale force first day and gave the Happy Boulders another nod. Strangely, the area grew on us, giving us many classic problems we’d never done and a warmer hang. We also, embarrassingly, made our first ever trip to Tuolumne Meadows when a Squamish pal visited and offered to help watch our Bebe. Tuolumne in November? As if. Well we drove up, jaws dropped at what we were seeing and found the toll gates unmanned, the services shut, park rangers packing up there AK47’s and closing shop for the winter. We found Puppy Dome in full sun, forests deserted, half frozen streams quietly murmuring, a 3 minute approach from the car and the rock in perfect condition. I’ve seen photos of Do Or Fly and Horseshoes And Handgrenades for years, always wanting to climb them among all the other gems in mystic Tuolume. We had a blissful day there and I think the term “waiting impatiently to return” doesn’t come close to what we are feeling about Tuolumne now. We’ve also been soaking in Wild Willys hot spring, also known as the Green Church hot spring. Perfectly clean, constantly flowing and with no sign of garbage, Wild Willys turned out to be a beautiful hang and Anik loved it as much as we did. Here’s a little tally, in order of our best picks, of the Mexican Food we sampled in Utah and California. After getting some local beta in Bishop, it’s no surprise that the most hidden, hole in the wall deli turned out to be the best on the list. The Chevron Mexican Deli in Big Pine, California: tamale plate, shredded beef tacos with beans and rice. The most homemade Mexican food we found. Not too cheesy and oily, but still rich beans and the tamales weren’t lacking seasoned filling. Homemade salsas with real heat also helped.  Alberto’s Mexican Restaurant in Saint George Utah: Chicken Tacos, Carne Asada Plate, Chorizo Torta, Horchata: Number two on the list. Looked like a greasy American chain but turned out to me some of the best food. The amount of Spanish speaking in there was the first clue. Amazing whole fried Jalapenos, nice simple Asada and a Torta that was too big. My only complaint was portion size=ridiculous. The horchata almost made me diabetic it was so sweet. Rosa’s Latin Restaurant in Saint George Utah: Carne Guisada, Cheese/Bean Papusas, Chile Verde Huaraches, Wine Margaritas A real blend of Salvadorean and Mexican food, with amazing papusas. More light fare, like what I would cook instead of super rich beans, meat and less cheese. Salsa was not amazing. Neither were the wine Margaritas but the food had a definite un-Americanized feel to it. Las Palmas Mexican Restaurant in Bishop California: Chile Colorado, Enchilada Rancheras, Margaritas Of the places in Bishop Ca, my favorite Mexican restaurant. Lots of locals and a pretty charismatic staff. Great food and not too oiled up for the tourist crowd. Amazing salsa bar, always has been. Beans had a really rich pork taste but definitely weren’t light.  Amigos Mexican Restaurant in Bishop California: Street Vendor Tacos, Shredded Beef Enchiladas A local hangout in Bishop but definitely filled with more white locals than Mexican. Too rich, too cheesy, greasy tasting fried Vendor tacos. Tasted like the oil needed changing. Enchiladas seemed to be their signature thing and were definitely better.

The Most Challenging Year of My Life

Where to start…

Hmmmmmmm…

Well, it’s early March and I’m absolutely augured into my first real term of report cards for my first full time grade 2/3 class of my own. 7 day work weeks, 12+ hour days as a default and I finally get them completed, well written and handed in. It’s Saturday March 2nd.

I wake up the morning of Sunday March 3rd dizzy. Strange that? I go for a hike up the Chief and have to concentrate a bit more on the trail, to plant one foot in front of the other. I head to school around noon to print out the reports and hand them into the principal’s office to be judged. By the evening the dizziness is almost gone and I am so happy to be done those report cards, a stressful experience.

Monday morning I wake at 6am to a lurching, spinning feeling. My eyes are still closed but I’m falling. I open my eyes and the world takes off, spinning out of control in a silent rushing blur. I can’t stand, can’t dress myself, can’t walk. My partner helps into the car and we race to SGH, to the emergency. After that we head for Vancouver, to VGH, for an MRI. It could be just an inner ear vertigo thing most likely. But just to be sure…

What followed was a new reality, that I had had my second stroke in 6 months even though I was taking a low dose Aspirin. It had impacted and effected the cerebellum, the area of the brain that, among other things, controls balance and your vestibular system. I felt like I had drank 2-3 beers, all the time without the euphoria of that blessed drug. Since then I have had battery after barrage of tests trying to determine the cause of the strokes. Why was I having them at all when I drink almost nothing and have never smoked in my life? Cholesterol was perfect and I don’t have any unusual predispositions to clotting that can be found in some people’s blood work. You just never know what is going to happen so you need to live however brings you the most fulfillment, the most satisfaction by day’s end. Day after day, month after month and year after year. What I know now is that a hole between my atria was letting clots through and on up to my brain. It had happened twice in half a year, I was now on Coumadin, a serious anti-coagulaent and I was going to have some sort of heart procedure or surgery to correct the hole and maybe a moderately leaky Pulmonary valve. I was also expecting a baby daughter in June, something I didn’t intend to miss. As I waited out the decision for what kind of repair; what kind of surgery,  I climbed and did constant physio to get my vision more clear and less jittery. The climbing actually helped my gaze and balance even though it felt like I was up on lead after downing a six pack sometimes. I began training in the gym even more. Weeks turned into months as I went back to work teaching, learned that I was on track for open heart surgery, refunded my guiding insurance and park permits because I would be doing very little this summer save holding my daughter and going for walks and prepared for the longest break from climbing in 20 years.

Then I injured my wrist. It doesn’t really matter what I did to it, it amounted to no climbing for even longer. My one place to seek refuge, to crawl away to when frustrated, to revel in when I needed energy and to turn to when I needed a look at the endless goals, mental heights and amazing places I wondered if I could reach. That too had to be given a rest. What the fuck is left? Health, happiness, love, rewarding work, new learning, new life…you know, the really important things that climbing sometimes superficially blocks out. Only temporarily but still conceals them when we need to remember them most. Luckily that superficial skin was removed and things stopped festering. To wear away the yearning for climbing I began to run. I have always trail run a bit and always been pretty shabby at it. Now I know why. I thought, “Hey, maybe I should do a half marathon trail run two days before my heart surgery? Just to have one last hurray with the old heart?” I did it, did NOT win, had a good time and finished feeling good. And two days later came the chop.

I’m sitting here on May 30th recovering from a heart procedure. A bruised, sore swollen nether region and a new, modified, patched heart are my prize. Amazingly I dodged the open heart surgery bullet when the many specialists all convened and decided that my pulmonary valve was working well, that I was fit and strong and that had helped me live symptom free for about 36 years until these strokes appeared. The surgeon accessed my heart through a vein in my groin, went up it into the heart and deployed a small flexible device that permanently patched the hole. The surgeon showed me the device when it was outside me, and then on a screen moving in rhythm with my hear after it was installed. Amazing that this all took about an hour and I think I can even feel a difference. It beats clearer, more consistently and sends oxygen to my tissues more efficiently. I don’t miss the birth of my daughter. I can be a fully mobile, healthy strong dad for this little girl. I can teach my class until the end of the school year. I can guide this summer to supplement our income for the coming year with our daughter. I can climb to seek refuge from chaos, from control, from sleepless nights and from work dominated life. I can climb as soon as my groin and wrist heal. Whatever, groin shmoin, wrist schmist.

Amazing what a year can hold. Just shy of one year ago, by a week, I was in Yosemite to climb El Cap. Jesse Huey and I, in that two week trip, climbed the Freerider free and clean from bottom to top. He even went back and did it in 24 hours, the Bowse. In this same year I had two strokes that luckily, have left me with deficits so minor only I can tell out of my eyes, had two major heart issues come to light and then have one fixed almost effortlessly. I have watched my baby grow to a point where she is about to come join us and taught my first class of young kids to a point where I wanted to crawl back into the womb to escape them. Haha only figuratively but…I’ve run a trail half marathon and met some great new psyched climbing partners who I trained with and are now motivating me to get back out there so I can climb with them again. I’m not one to traditionally embrace blogging.  The presenting of every tiny piece of our daily lives to the world wide public in order to validate our choices and actions to ourselves starts a perpetual one-up-man-ship where everyone has got to constantly know what others are doing so that they can be doing something equally or more amazing. It never ends and simply seems like people become driven by what others will think of them instead of personal motivations. Perhaps I’m a big hypocrite by writing this? Probably, but at least, as one wise Squamish climber has said, “Climbing is the truth.” It’s our truth, like a barometer to the self. A very addictive instrument that I hope to use alongside my new modified heart, daughter, partner, teaching job, growing community, guiding clients, future trips and everything else to see if I am up for the task.