Greg Burns - Reader BlogsGreg 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 at the 'Gunks, North Conway, Cannon Mountain, the Adirondacks, and a few of the smaller crags that dot New England.Get the RSS Feed
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.”Greg Burns - Reader Blog 89/29/10 - 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. 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.Greg Burns - Reader Blog 63/16/10 - 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. Greg Burns - Reader Blog 512/07/09 - 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. Greg Burns - Reader Blog 48/10/09 - Cannon Mountain: the king of screwing me over - I've now been on Cannon four times, and can officially state that there is a pattern of some sort of failure. Jeremiah and I were lucky enough to have a guide and client climbing below us the first time we tackled the great alpine mountain of the northeast. Route finding was an issue that day, and the guide was instrumental in getting us up the proper pitches even though we hadn't hired him.Greg Burns - Reader Blog 37/31/09 - Today, I need to climb - It’s no use. There’s so much turmoil in my life at the moment that it almost isn’t worth dealing with it all until something settles down. But then there’s the pressure knowing that if I don’t buckle down and deal with it all, all at once, that there will be missed opportunities that could affect me for years to come.Greg Burns - Reader Blog 27/09/09 - Some people do trail work. Others replace tats. Still others remove spray paint, clean up trash, or host fundraisers. Some people simply have more time to get involved with things and they live their lives in their cocoons. It's not a bad thing, and the cocoons may not be that small or simple in the end. I just can't do that stuff, at least not yet, not at this point in time in my life when I'm still figuring things out and enjoying the adventure.Greg Burns - Reader Blog 16/17/09 - If I never climb again at Rumney then I'll only be a little disappointed, but I can't be bothered to deal with the shirtless crowds that set up camp under their favorite projects all day so they and their cohorts can work the moves. I'm talking about getting away from the boisterous shouts of encouragement, the cigarettes, the dogs, the whimpering, powerful grunts, and the occasional radio.