
I've just returned from a nice 2 week trip down to the Red River Gorge. I worked on the house, shot some photos, and dedicated some time for myself to climbing and scampering around the southern woods. I'll tell ya folks, it feels good to be alive. Especially after the flight back, which ranks top 3 worst flights I've ever taken. Never again Northwest Airlines through Memphis!

I boarded a 2 row prop plane, on the tarmac, in the dark and pouring rain, with a bunch of young, drunk rednecks (read: hammered after a NASCAR race), who constantly joked about kicking out the emergency exit door to puke (one dude actually puked in their seat.) It sucked. Obviously the 65 year old stewardess and I couldn't do a damn thing about any of it, as I'm sure some kind of a fight would have broken out in this already old and rickety crop duster. Cool right? Yup.

On our last day in The Gorge, we had the Motherlode Cave to ourselves, which was a pleasure for shooting! On Dan Mirsky's first attempt, see photo above, I was shooting the climber, and the contour of the cave, as silhouettes, in order to expose the sunset behind him. Suddenly, Dan fell from the last move and he took about a 70 foot whipper!!! The biggest I have ever seen, surely.
So, with the 'shot in mind' in the bag, I decided to expose, on his next attempt, the texture of the cave I was sitting in. Pretty wicked place to hang out. Dan sent the route on this attempt. Sick.