I adjusted the angle of the light and it caught something reflective as Andy hauled himself across the untensioned highline back to the access tunnel. The smell of rust and the reverberating echoes of friends rigging the line filtered through my concentrating mind as I adjusted exposure settings on the camera. What a wild place!

The steel launch doors high above were painted red with sheets of rusted metal peeling off. Andrew sat on a stairway to nowhere surveying the operation; his shadow powerfully projected on the ceiling. Although no protection …

Saturday, a goal realized:

I’ve been slacklining for about 6-7 months now.  It’s become a mild addiction, and I rarely go more than 3 or 4 days without setting one up.  We slacklined all over Spain, at the Spot in Boulder all summer, and almost daily in the parks adjacent to my house.  I slackline in my Vibram Five Fingers almost exclusively.  They give me more padding, great grip, and still allow a natural feel of the line.
The slacklining community in Boulder is incredible!  We have some of the best slackliners …

As I ran emergent through Boulder this morning in 3121 on the way to a rollover accident in 4mile Canyon I waited for the mega-adrenaline-hit to come and shake my core. But it never came. I felt calm, and super-aware as if the world was moving slow and I was navigating through it as I plotted a course through intersections frozen by my siren. It was different than my 1st Emergent Run. Or any other run I have had since and reminded me of watching Scott send the Jurassic Park …

 
Falling… head first, arms spread, feet trailing, heart accelerating, universes close in dangerously fast. Past-future, fear-exhilaration, up-down, life-death, love; all collide in a kinetic snap of adrenaline as I hit the apex of my plunge. I’m disoriented, dangling upside-down as my eyes search to find something recognizable to focus on. City lights, dark rock, flashlights, sky, all whirl by as I spin, stop, and slowly right myself.
 
Whew, I sit… b        r              e                a                  t              h    .                .                        .                and watch the light of Golden below me as my heart slows a …