Showing posts with label hueco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hueco. Show all posts

2.14.2010

Soft Choss Update

Last week I was fortunate enough to make a solo trek back down to Hueco. I didn't take many pictures, but I did eat many burritos and drank many imported refrescos. Behold:
 
  

 
  
  
  
  
  
 

1.07.2010

Hueco: Climbs

And now for the main attraction. Rock climbs, and the climbers who climb them.

Ryan Silven, El Techo de los Tres B


Ryan Young not kneebaring on the classic, Full Service


Ben Spannuth flashing Focus



Silven, Scream

 

Sander Pick, Crown of Aragorn 

 

Clayton Reagan, Man Gums


Silven, El Chupacabra Left and Flower Power



Kevin Cuckovich, Full Monty


James O'Connor, Some Dumb Crimp Ladder


Silven flashing Shroom and Man Gums


 

Ryan Young Maisch-ing Jingus Bells


Ryan Young Montana Drop Off-ing Jingus Bells



That's it. That's all there is.

Hueco: Scenery

Many scenes were seen as well:

 East Spur from West


East Spur Maze


Not a good sight in the morning.


Cactus


Moon over West



The one and only Fiesta Drive-In


 Other Tanks

Hueco: Sunsets

The sun sets quite a bit in Hueco Tanks. Here are some captured images of such occasions:

 
 
 
 
 

1.06.2010

Hueco: People and Projects

Ryan Young was a sports climber. Or so he says. I happen to know that he still partakes in bolt clipping, or at least dreams about it. What evidence do I have, you ask? Well, he carries a kneepad in his bouldering bag. And duck tape. And adhesive spray. Observe, Exhibit A: A Young Man and His Kneepad.

On the plus side, Ryan's a nice kid. And he took a lot of pictures, including pictures of people taking pictures of Ryan taking pictures.


He is not, however, a smoker. Neither am I, for that matter. But all the Peter Pans we went on tour with seemed to be, so we thought "what the hell, let's light up and enjoy the classy pleasure of a cigarette."


Poor Ryan couldn't even get the thing lit, so I gave it a go:


and failed terribly. Silven though, he was a champ. Showed us how Men do it.


Silven also got the spray down on James' super-project, a mostly-impossible line of edges leading into Terre De Sienne. Here James makes sure Silven knows where the holds are.


There were some other people in Hueco too. Apparently, it's a popular bouldering destination or something.

 
Despite the excess population, we had no problem getting reservations, unlike these poor gentlemen waiting at the gate.