http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/ Greg had a mud waterfall roll over the top of the cliff, run down his sleeves, and squirm into his pants on his very first climb at Rosyth Quarry in Scotland in 1999. Since then, climbing has become his main escape in life. While he takes the obligatory trip away from the northeast each year, he can be found the Gunks, North Conway, Cannon Mountain, the Adirondacks, and a few of the smaller crags that dot New England. en-us http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/ http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/greg-burns-scream-sq.jpg 2/7/11 - Her eyes were as wide as a bucket of tears when I said I was going to be away that week. “All week?” “When do you leave?” It was next Sunday, early, and Henry, Armando, and Catalina had planned to come home late that same day. Maybe I can come home early, I thought, and Henry confirmed that the hardest part was getting there: “Getting back is a piece of cake, even if you don’t know Spanish that well.” http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/greg_burns_-_reader_blog_9 greg_burns Mon, 07 Feb 2011 16:42:00 EDT http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg-burns-scream-sq.jpg Greg Burns - Reader Blog 9 2/7/11 - Her eyes were as wide as a bucket of tears when I said I was going to be away that week. “All week?” “When do you leave?” It was next Sunday, early, and Henry, Armando, and Catalina had planned to come home late that same day. Maybe I can come home early, I thought, and Henry confirmed that the hardest part was getting there: “Getting back is a piece of cake, even if you don’t know Spanish that well.” 9/29/10 - Upon the passing of Hurricane Earl; he flew in just before we drove up to Acadia, to climb the pink granite. Recollections of Pacifica was crack with memories of a romance that never came to be. I scaled it anyway, to wash away the tears and gaze upon the Atlantic. We whet our souls out on the point, the promontory of Great Head. And then we tried Connecticut Cracks before we said good-bye. http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/greg_burns_-_reader_blog_8 greg_burns Wed, 29 Sep 2010 14:27:00 EDT http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/Blog-8Poke-O-Moonshine-sm.jpg Greg Burns - Reader Blog 8 9/29/10 - Upon the passing of Hurricane Earl; he flew in just before we drove up to Acadia, to climb the pink granite. Recollections of Pacifica was crack with memories of a romance that never came to be. I scaled it anyway, to wash away the tears and gaze upon the Atlantic. We whet our souls out on the point, the promontory of Great Head. And then we tried <i>Connecticut Cracks</i> before we said good-bye. Exposed in the Moonlight - Five hours later, when we had quit in the afternoon's heat, and after we swam in the chilly pool at Split Rock, we slept in the shade, read in the sun, gazed upon the shivering women who, upon exiting the cold water, were wet and glistening in the sun, and, after we had eaten at the campsite, we headed to do Arrow (5.8) as our warm up to a 5.6 classic just a few minutes down the path. Then we stood under the darkness of the trees and noted how our eyes had seen the air grow darker by the second. http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/greg_burns_reader_blog_7 greg_burns Fri, 28 May 2010 14:41:00 EDT http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/GBurnsBlog7Moon-sm.jpg Greg Burns - Reader Blog 7 Exposed in the Moonlight - Five hours later, when we had quit in the afternoon's heat, and after we swam in the chilly pool at Split Rock, we slept in the shade, read in the sun, gazed upon the shivering women who, upon exiting the cold water, were wet and glistening in the sun, and, after we had eaten at the campsite, we headed to do Arrow (5.8) as our warm up to a 5.6 classic just a few minutes down the path. Then we stood under the darkness of the trees and noted how our eyes had seen the air grow darker by the second. 3/16/10 - Good Partners - Two thousand ten was supposed to be the new beginning for me, and in many ways it has been. After years of writhing in emptiness, I finally left my job for the excitement of following a dream. The transition hasn't been as easy as I thought it would be, but I've been productive, and I'm making a few friends in the right places. http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/greg_burns_-_reader_blog_6 greg_burns Tue, 16 Mar 2010 11:29:00 EDT http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/GBurnsBlog6-sm.jpg Greg Burns - Reader Blog 6 3/16/10 - Good Partners - Two thousand ten was supposed to be the new beginning for me, and in many ways it has been. After years of writhing in emptiness, I finally left my job for the excitement of following a dream. The transition hasn't been as easy as I thought it would be, but I've been productive, and I'm making a few friends in the right places. 12/07/09 - Reconnaissance in South America - The flight from Toronto to Santiago was a cold, restless twelve hours of tossing and turning in my seat. It was an overnight flight, so the sky was dark until we flew into Chilean territory and then we saw the dry expanse of the Atacama Desert stretched below us. I was unfortunately on the right side of the plane - looking west, so I couldn't see the upper spine of the Andes on the left. http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/greg_burns_-_reader_blog_5 greg_burns Mon, 07 Dec 2009 07:17:00 EDT http://www.climbing.com/exclusive/readerblogs/greg_burns/BarilocheArgentina-GB5-sq.jpg Greg Burns - Reader Blog 5 12/07/09 - Reconnaissance in South America - The flight from Toronto to Santiago was a cold, restless twelve hours of tossing and turning in my seat. It was an overnight flight, so the sky was dark until we flew into Chilean territory and then we saw the dry expanse of the Atacama Desert stretched below us. I was unfortunately on the right side of the plane - looking west, so I couldn't see the upper spine of the Andes on the left.