We’re a little behind on the blog I see. This is gonna be a real quick update. Please forgive the lack of good photos. We got a new camera and I have no idea how to use it, and no inclination to read the manual.
The flight up from South America was hell. It’s so damn long. Although we were worried about the length of the trip, Soleil did amazing. She didn’t cry the entire flight. We really do have a perfect little nomad baby.
After arriving in LA, I turned right around and hopped on another flight to Salt Lake City for the annual Outdoor Sports Trade Show. I really wanted Stevie and Sol to join me, but Stevie’s sister just had a beautiful little girl, and of course she wanted to stay behind. We actually arrived just in time for her to be there for the delivery. Pretty cool.
Congratulations Phil and Alexis on little Abby.
So, while Stevie and Sol were enjoying our family in LA, I was wading through the largest gear show in the world. This place is packed with all the manufacturers, retailers, and professional athletes from Outdoor Sports.
The first few times you go to this show it’s mind blowing. But this was my 18th show. The novelty has worn off, but it’s still pretty incredible. Here you’ll see every piece of outdoor sports gear imaginable, from kayaking to climbing to camping to SUP.
Plus you’re seeing all the cool new stuff that hasn’t even hit the market yet. I dig it, I just wish my girls had been with me.
At this point in my life, the highlight of the show is seeing all my friends, especially my old climbing buddy Mike Lorenzo. Love this guy.
But the show was very tough this year. I had no idea how much I was going to miss my little girl.
We really haven’t been apart since she was born. We’re together 24 hours a day. Every morning she wakes me up by climbing on my back. Every day she sits in my lap while I work. Every night we play games until she falls asleep.
It’s been killing me to be away from her. I feel like every hour I’m missing something. It makes my heart ache.
But tomorrow Stevie and Sol fly from LA to Hood River and we’ll be reunited. This will be the last time we’re apart for as long as I can foresee, so I think I’m over the hump.
So, that’s about all there is to update. I’ll leave you with some crazy old photos I found in a shoe box under my desk at Outdoorplay. It was a trip flipping through them. I don’t know where the time goes, but this life is rollin by fast.
TJ in what I guess is 1990, with my brother Simko…
Deschutes River in the 80s with my old friend Greg Lavesphere. I’m not sure who gave us a raft and let us go down the entire Deschutes river alone. Probably my Dad. We didn’t even have drivers permits!
Kayak racing in Norway.
With my racing crew in Europe, Eric ‘Wick’ Southwick on the left and Sam Drevo vandalizing the downhill Olympic ski jump on the right.
Celebrating with team mates Brent Wiesel and Eric ‘Wick’ Southwick…
Old school waterfall kayaking with my buddy Sam Drevo years later….
Training on the Monkey Face for the big wall climbing season in Yosemite…
One of the best days of climbing in my entire life, summiting Hood with my Dad…
My favorite people on earth, my little brother Adam on the left and sister Indra on the right.
Hucking off Celestial Falls back in the early days…
Partying in the early days of Outdoorplay with my friend Brian Massey, who still works at Outdoorplay all these years later!
More slalom racing.
Getting ready to do a kayaking workout in a snow storm with my hermano Corby.
Free soling ice climbs in the gorge. Mixed rock and chandelier ice. STUPID STUPID STUPID!
Surf trip to Mexico with the boys. Paul Lyttle on the right, Brian from the infamous Brian’s Pourhouse in the middle!
Best boat ever, the Scorpion, over the best waterfall ever, the Spout.
Old English 800, that’s my brand, drink it on a bottle, 40 oz, or can…