If you missed Act 1 and/or need the rundown of the characters: https://backstepsforward.com/2020/07/28/a-thousand-miles-in-eight-days-a-play-at-sea-in-three-acts-act-one/ ACT 2 2am CHICKEN. Scene 1. 01:40am. Natty scrambles up from below the deck. Squints in the dark at the choppy waves, still about 4 feet tall. The waves are, not Natty. NATTY (to no one in particular): Well, at least seems […]Read More A Thousand Miles In Eight Days: A Play At Sea in Three Acts. Act Two.
Setting: A tall ship (clipper schooner) in the Atlantic Ocean making a voyage from Jacksonville, FL to Boston, MA. Cast of characters: Natty (first-season deckhand, main protagonist, sometimes antagonizes out of boredom) Christian (second-season deckhand, frugal with words, kind with animals, has occasional luck with jokes) Tobey (deckhand, extremely knowledgeable on knots, splicing, and sailing […]Read More A Thousand Miles In Eight Days: A Play At Sea In Three Acts. ACT ONE.
It’s not a new thought, to me or in the general human universe, that the more one knows, the less one knows. Personally, it has applied to and has proven true in a handful of subjects I’ve dove into head first throughout my life: languages, sports, photography, making terrible puns, etc. A similarly senile phenomenon […]Read More Coaching with and for Experts: An Expert’s Note
In part one, we got a taster of what it’s like to be a pretty duck in a today’s climbing gym. This time, I want to talk about what it’s like to be a pretty duck among other pretty ducks, outside. Specifically, within the framework of one special event, Women’s Bouldering Festival at Fontainebleau. For […]Read More Fontainebleau Part 2: all the pretty ducks
But in the moment even the “I’m a pretty duck” leaves me alone whilst I reign in my raging Hounds of Apocalypse: madness in their eyes, gnarly teeth, and blood-thirsty tongues dripping saliva, that is my righteous What-The-Actual-Duck wrath.Read More Fontainebleau: Part 1: I’m A Pretty Duck (who climbs)
I own this tank top. A couple sizes too big. My favorite thing really. Wear it everywhere: parkour, climbing, beers out. It is soft, purple, and carries words in yellow font that read: “just go climb”. I got it from Gabi and Brandon (@justgoclimb and @thefoxes) when they were Airstreaming it across the […]Read More Just Go Climb: report from Shagg Crag
We used our teeth as machetes to break through thorny thicket of bushes…Read More Norway: Apotheosis
Like some of the best friendships, the relationship with this boulder started with some friction. However, with some give-and-take strategies, not without occasional tension or embracing, we became good buddies.Read More Norway: part before part 1
I’ll start in the middle. It’s the middle of 2018, and the middle of a sunny, hot day. Too hot for Norway, even in the summer. Global warming my ass (and all the other body parts). We are in the mountains, not in the middle of Norway. More like South-West of Norway. Flying, hauling, wheezing […]Read More Norway: part 1 (but not quite)
She chuckled. “Somewhere, there are pics of me nice lil bum out there. Huh. Cheeky lad.”Read More Lisa + Lisa: Stories from the Scottish curbside