Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Clip-A-Dee-Doo-Dab
Had a lot of fun pasting this one together for a slide show at Mitchel's. Furry friends abound. The clip of the chipmunks was in New Mexico. There's an appearance from DGROM doing a night ascent of the nuptial tower in MD. Best wishes.
Piper and other dabbers from EM on Vimeo.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Johnny Landry Archive
Looks like Mr. Landry has been digging around in is archive, because he just posted this photo of me in Hueco dated circa 2007.
Any guesses what problem this is? I don't have a clue.
This other photo isn't me, but it is a nice tall problem. I seem to recall that I crushed it (ok, few tries and I was pretty scared, but kept my shiz together). I think this area is called the Matrix and it is in the proximity of Mammoth, Cali.

Props to Johnny. Post more!
Any guesses what problem this is? I don't have a clue.
This other photo isn't me, but it is a nice tall problem. I seem to recall that I crushed it (ok, few tries and I was pretty scared, but kept my shiz together). I think this area is called the Matrix and it is in the proximity of Mammoth, Cali.
Props to Johnny. Post more!
Monday, September 07, 2009
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Steep Vegas limestones
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Isle of Skye, Scotland
I fancied some boulders in the Black Cuillin mountains, next to the sea and Glen Brittle. But as I approached the boulders, my mind had already wandered away from them.
I was excitedly watching the jagged, rocky peaks above appear and disappear with each passing cloud. I didn't even stop to touch the boulders as I passed by.
I walked higher. Past streams, waterfalls, and lochs. The grass, sheep, and wildflowers gave way to bare rock. I climbed scree, sliding with every step, until I reached a buttress of ledgy slabs.
The Gabro rock was very, very grippy. I scrambled towards the ridge above. Climbing the ledges was a succession of easy boulder problems that lead me into the clouds. Each passing cloud bringing a temporary white-out.
I mantled onto the famous Cuillin ridge and let out a gasp. The misty black and white world of the windward slope gave way to the technicolor world of the leeward side. The vivid blues and greens of the lochs, turf, and clear sky below were fresh. The exposure was invigorating.
I followed the ridge north over Charlie's Peak and up Sgurr Alisdair, the tallest mountain on the Isle of Skye. At one point I encountered a fully-equipped (harnesses, ropes, helmets, boots, rucksack) guided party of four that was being belayed down a steep section. They gave quite a look when they saw me rocking my slip on Vans, Dabtronics tote, and repping the Brooklyn hat! I smiled as I downclimbed through.
The climbing was V0 minus-minus-minus (5.5 tops). But moving over alpine rock completely unburdened of gear made me feel like a kid in a candy store. Alas, the Cuillin are such a civilized size that by nightfall I was just another adult in the pub.
I was excitedly watching the jagged, rocky peaks above appear and disappear with each passing cloud. I didn't even stop to touch the boulders as I passed by.
I walked higher. Past streams, waterfalls, and lochs. The grass, sheep, and wildflowers gave way to bare rock. I climbed scree, sliding with every step, until I reached a buttress of ledgy slabs.
The Gabro rock was very, very grippy. I scrambled towards the ridge above. Climbing the ledges was a succession of easy boulder problems that lead me into the clouds. Each passing cloud bringing a temporary white-out.
I mantled onto the famous Cuillin ridge and let out a gasp. The misty black and white world of the windward slope gave way to the technicolor world of the leeward side. The vivid blues and greens of the lochs, turf, and clear sky below were fresh. The exposure was invigorating.
I followed the ridge north over Charlie's Peak and up Sgurr Alisdair, the tallest mountain on the Isle of Skye. At one point I encountered a fully-equipped (harnesses, ropes, helmets, boots, rucksack) guided party of four that was being belayed down a steep section. They gave quite a look when they saw me rocking my slip on Vans, Dabtronics tote, and repping the Brooklyn hat! I smiled as I downclimbed through.
The climbing was V0 minus-minus-minus (5.5 tops). But moving over alpine rock completely unburdened of gear made me feel like a kid in a candy store. Alas, the Cuillin are such a civilized size that by nightfall I was just another adult in the pub.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Magic Pond at Pawtuckaway
I went for a hike into the center of pawtuckaway to find the magic pond boulders. I took some pictures and searched around for more rocks. There are some nice big boulders out there with many clean crack lines. a number of more difficult lines too. The thin overhanging seam looked real hard but possible. THe tall face in the bottom picture has a cool line of crimps moving up and left from the big block start... the end will be tricky though. I haven't explored all the way around the pond yet. The bugs were getting too heinous, I'll return in the fall.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Who's afraid of Poison Ivy?
Iron Lion
Originally uploaded by ericmonasterio.
Thre
Originally uploaded by ericmonasterio. Some images from late spring.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Little River Canyon, Alabama


Heyheyhey, Dabbers!
I finally made it to the Little River Canyon two weekends ago. Its getting brutally hot down here, but I lucked out that weekend. It was actually supposed to rain but it held out so the clouds ended up providing good shade, w00t! Yesh, weather-gods are out-run once again, muahaha!!!
So the Canyon is actually a legit National Preserve. Vurry wild once you descend into it, managable once you get there; however, there is no published guidebook for the area. Very cool drive up to the top of the preserve, but very easy to get lost if you don't know where you're going. I'm psyched to do more climbing up there and check out the other walls, and I heeeaar that the water bouldering is plusplus. Most of you have probably heard of the Concave, yes? I'm not even going over there until it cools off and I lose some of the slothy-fatness.
I had to get back to the city early so I was only able to climb at the Unshackled Wall. DOPE. This place is sooper good, great lines, great rock, and STEEP, STEEP, STEEP. Must get stronger. Here's a couple of "Iron Mike", steepest 12a in the Canyon? REALLY COOL BLOCKY features (actually reminded me of the gunks a bit, like the last half of Gelsa but on roids or something), good holds, steep with the cruxy move 2 bolts from the end. More to come once I procure the pics.



Iron Mike photo credit : Samy Kunze
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
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