I met Zeb in a parking lot in Squamish, and our friendship was quickly cemented when he offered to cook us breakfast burritos in place of that ridiculously sweet instant oatmeal we had been eating all week. We met again on a spur of the moment trip to Red Rocks, where we spent a week chasing classics during the short November days, hiking in as the sun cast its first lit up the Nevada desert, and evenings under the stars, trying to make sense of all the craziness happening in the world today.
One year later – this September – we met again, this time with the hope of climbing the “Incredible Hulk”, which is practically in Zeb’s backyard. I had dreamt about climbing here for a long time so we took our time, spending a couple of nights, sleeping under the stars, getting pumped on 5.10 dihedrals (just me ;)), and gawking as we saw a party run up Positive Vibrations placing like one piece per pitch only to see later that it was, of course, Peter Croft himself. We rounded out the trip with routes on the Dana Plateau, at Lovers Leap, and the Minarets, and, after climbing, with trips to the hot springs dotting the High Sierras.