Learn how to properly store longer pieces of webbing using a butterfly coil. A great coiling method as it allows you to store and transport long slacklines with or without a bag while reducing the probability of having twists, kinks and turns in your webbing. Plus the skills used to store your gear are the same ones you will use for climbing rope.
It seems like this trio has been together for a lifetime. While we are used to seeing them climbing, running, alpineering, sup-ing across open waters and generally having “fun” together, their adventures as a trio only date back to 2013. But… that was quite an adventurous start.
Red Rock Rendezvous (RRR) is an annual rock climbing and social get together in Spring Mountain State Park near Las Vegas, NV put on by Mountain Hardware and Red Rock Canyon Conservation Area. The YogaSlackers have been there since 2009 (or 2008. Seriously, we’re too busy slacking to count dates accurately!). YogaSlackers’ involvement in RRR no […]
“Why am I here? Why am I risking my life or my health to be here in the first place? Is this worth it?” It is. I am just experiencing Type II Fun. You don’t know what Type II Fun is? Here is a detailed explanation.
After hours walking on the crevasse infected glacier the wind started howling, rain falling in what seemed all directions and the fear of impending doom took over all of us.
2013 Patagonian Adventure Race. Team Four Continents arrived at the first checkpoint with only 56 seconds to spare. Would they improve their position on this section of the race? Or would their race be over?
It took us days to get to the Patagonian Adventure Race. A 10 day race through the Chilean Wilderness… and we almost didn’t made it passed the 1st checkpoint. Here is why.
The simple sight of the airport brought a sense of peace to our minds. But we knew our ‘fight’ to get to Punta Arenas was not over yet. We still had to – somehow – check all our 550 lbs of gear into a domestic flight. and we were determine to do that without paying much for it.
Our bike box is very easy to spot. It is a white triangular box that resembles a gigantic piece of cheese more than a bike box. From the first sight into the office we knew it was not there. Fear, frustration and hopelessness flew through my entire body.
As daylight percolated through the bus station windows, the station guard asked us to rise. We were woken up twice before: with each guard change, to ensure we were waiting on a bus and not just using the station as a bed and breakfast. Slowly we gathered our belongings and headed outside for the first time.