No idea when this was but I do know a few things,
1) I wore montrails
2) I was so into being sponsored
3) none of my friends really liked me during this time
4)looking back I dont really like this guy
It was during this time that I was still rocking the Pink and Black crash pads Here is a picture of the single::
My "friend" Brian Camp, Pi and Eric all headed to So ill shortly after this pic was taken. It was one of the best climbing trips I have been and I still remember all the times we had, the highlight was certainly the last night before out last climbing day when we hit up a "club" directly across the street from Dave and Dan Chancellors house (Soill.) and I decided to get as drunk as humanly possible without dieing. I spent the entire night puking and woke up with a shag toilet rug attached to my face...
I had been working on Body Karate and kept falling near the end it would, at the time, be the 1st v9 I climbed out of the state.
The morning after I woke up terribly hung over and everyone tried to convince me to just head back to MN, I wanted to at least try so we headed down to the boulder. I somehow climbed it death creaming my way to the top.
That would have left the trip on a high note but on the way back My "friends" Brian and Pi needed to "help" me along in life by telling me how big of a tool I was being. It was hard.. It lasted for 9hours.. I needed it... I almost cried every time I got out to fill up in Gas..
Thru the next bit alot changed Brian and Kelly moved to Colorado, the gym changed, and I was was starting to come out of my slump of tool... but only a little.
I started climbing with Chris Hirsch a ton and we both started making big gains in our climbing. For awhile Chris dominated the comps and I would set. One year he decided to not compete in the "Passion for Flashing" a local route climbing comp. At first I thought nothing of it until I heard what the prize was..
A new Organic CRASH PAD!
I trained with Chris for 2 weeks and ended up winning.. this little guy..