How to drink your own piss: A Nolan’s 14 story

Summit shot on number 14. From left, some guy, Wade, and Walt. Photo credit: Some hiker on Massive.

Prologue

One morning in May I drank my own piss. One afternoon in June my dad died of cancer. Those two statements are loosely related. I don’t remember July or August, but earlier this month I finished Nolan’s 14, and I find myself unable to write about it without weaving in themes of piss and death. My father’s passing is still fresh on my mind, and like Nolan’s 14 it’s a surreal and difficult thing to experience and process. So I guess what I’m saying is — I wrote a story […]

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In which I sign my first summit register and finally climb Princeton

“I’ll just follow the mountain goat trail up the ridge, it’ll be fine.” – Me

Not fine.

Thanks a lot, goats on Dyer

On Sunday, Sept. 11, a little over a week after my Nolan’s 10 experience ended, I decided it would be a good idea to climb Dyer, Gemini, Sherman, and Sheridan to see if my feet still worked. In case you’d rather not read to the end of this post, I’ll just tell you right now that they worked fine. Here is something useful to do with your time instead of reading the next 1,300 words.

The four peaks I picked are all closely […]

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