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Mt. Wetterhorn, A Failed Attempt.

Ill say this up front, what you are about to read is the story of utter failure. Failure in basic land nav, basic compass use, and failure to use better judgment. Where do we begin? Obviously the planning!

My first 14er, Mt. Sneffels was painfully easy. The geography was easy to read on the map since there were large bodies of water and distinctive peaks, it wasn’t hard to figure out where you were. If you followed the trail it brought you straight up the mountain and on to the top.

Mt. Wetterhorn on the other hand was completely different. I followed the same planning stages of getting the map, checking out the geography and then setting the idea aside until I had time to climb. I didn't spend as much time on planning for Wetterhorn as I did for Sneffels since the trail on Sneffels was so well defined that I thought Wetterhorn would be the same. Not to mention there were crowds on Sneffels so it was relatively easy to figure out where the heard was going. With the trail map and an outline of the trail in my hand, I deemed myself “ready” for Mt. Wetterhorn. (click to read more)

Mt. Sneffels, My First 14er

Its been a month since Ive been living in Grand Junction this pass summer and its only right that I climb a 14er….or maybe several 14ers!
It was hard to really plan the trips since you have so many factors working against you; availability, work schedule, weather and time.
Needless to say, it isn’t easy to coordinate a trip up a 14er. It takes time and good planning and lots of luck.

I was recommended Mt. Sneffels as the first 14er due to its relative ease and giving the best overall view. I looked up the trail maps and decided that I wanted to do a night hike and try to reach the summit by sunrise. July 4th (Happy Birthday America!) was a full moon and the weather was perfect. Showers only from 10pm to 3am and 11pm and on. A 4am start and return from summit by 11am was perfect for this window of opritunity.

It was a chance I couldn’t give up on. Rally the troops!

My coworker and I who I've been bugging to do a 14er with me for the past several weeks, left grand junction at 2am. The moon was out. I was tired and hungry. But when has that ever stopped anyone? Click to read more!


NYC to Colorado Part 4: Arrival

On Tuesday morning, I got my crankshaft nut from motohio and cranked that baby on there. I buttoned her up and thumbed the starter. I was nervous beyond belief. Happy to finally get back on the road. The first few cranks went…and it just kept spinning. I had spark, but the timing was out. The belts checked out. The crankshaft was timed. There was spark at the right time. But there was a taping sound and after a bit of snooping around, it seemed like the piston was hitting the valve.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The monster is dead (I should of probably named her). After 32,000 miles and several trips across many states, she has finally died. I feel like machines are always reincarnated. They die, but always have a chance to come back to life. Be it a watch, a computer, or a motorcycle. They always come back if you put time into them.
I had no choice but to leave her in Columbus and return for her later.

With the end of that chapter, I flew out of Columbus to Grand Junction that afternoon. It was awkward leaving my bike behind. It has been years since I’ve left her behind. And this would be the longest time I went without a bike.
I had 30 minutes to pack and rush to the airport. I literally shoved all my stuff into two book bags and got a ride to Port Columbus Airport (port???? Wheres the water mate!?).



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