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 …

Blackness. 
Blackness so complete it is impossible to tell if it is white or black or blue or green or purple.  Not one photon makes its way to my eye, and my brain screams with lack of optical information.
I make a clicking noise with my tongue and can surmise by the echo we are in a large space; how large it’s hard to tell, but definitely expansive and open.  I can hear the scratching of shoes on metal to my left some distance away.  Something else rustles to my right. It’s …

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 …