The return of Spring marks the beginning of a new rock climbing season across the country, especially in the Southeast when the weather is no longer icy cold or tremendously hot like it is during summer. It is when the condition is just “right,” warm enough that camping isn’t a fight with the freezing wind, and chill enough that getting to the anchor isn’t a shower of sweat.
March 10th, I headed up to Slade, Kentucky to get away from the society for a while. “Awhile” could be anywhere between a day or two to maybe a week, while the plan wasn’t quite solid, all I knew was that this trip would change me in some ways.

The crew included myself, Ben Collins, Alex Whitman and another guy. We camped at Miguel’s (it’s like a tradition to camp at this awesome campground just for the sake of it, noone knows why, and noone asks why)

The nightlife at Miguel’s was quite what I would expect: Random people doing random things. The other way to put it: “It’s Miguel’s”.
My favourite part was me jamming some didgeridoo around the fire with couple guys playing guitars, djembe and harmonica. I don’t remember what tune it was but It was in rhythm enough that couple people would get up and dance to our homemade music.


2 Days after, Monday, when Ben and Alex finally made it to the Red, we went out for some serious climbing. With a huge variety of climbing destinations, it was hard to put down a final destination for the day before breakfast. It was usually up to the weather, or how we felt.

Ben was our long lost veteran who had been in this business for quite a while but the fire seemed to never stop in his spirit. Ben was psyched, so psyched that he ended up not doing a single top rope regardless of how tired he felt.

Bath Tub Mary

The Arsenal – Muir Valley.

“It’s when the pump sensation is taking over your muscle, when the anchors are so close to the touch but so far away from the reach. When adrenaline rushes in your every single vein, when the vision is blurry and losing its focus… It’s when everything happens at once, at the moment of that final clip”.


On a side, taking photographs from 60-70ft in the sun after a climb wasn’t the ideal job that anyone would like to have. But the hard work paid off with these awesome photographs that made me feel pretty rewarded.
Thanks LaSportiva for sending me these awesome Speedsters, they were solid good. Although being in the harness up in the air for a long period wasn’t easy with rock shoes on.


Our other veteran was Alex. Alex had been around the world and the country for years. He recently moved to Chattanooga for the famous Southern sandstone and the convenience of being less than an hour from most local climbing crags. This man inspired the group to climb harder than we would ever imagine as he always said “Climb until you can’t anymore, climb until your muscle gives up, climb hard!”.


Zero Gravity





Air Ride Equipped


We were joined by a cool “stranger” who later became our close friend Scott. Scott met us at Muir Valley and climbed along from day 5th til the end.

Rock Wars


The Autumn



Golden Boy

7 Days at the Red changed my life again, in a way that I would expect it to. I felt much more confident in this sport.
Furthermore, the amount of people that we got to know and invited to Chatty probably surpassed the amount of climbing that we did. It was that awesome of a trip.
Some pictures were taken with friends’ assist.

























