Episode 28: Alex Honnold- Calmer than you are.

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AH having a good time, all the time.

On Episode 28, I bag with one clean shot, a perfectly healthy free-range Honnold. Alex sits down in a clean, well-lit place to expound on his life in the glare of the klieg lights . He tells us what it was like to lock eyes with the beautiful and mysterious Lara Logan, what it was like to lock eyes with the happy-go-lucky Steve Denny on a lonely night on El Cap, and what its like to lock eyes with you, as he blows past on that hanging belay in Yosemite. From shy boy to pro-sesh hero, Alex lets us sit in on his world for an hour. Turns out, its pretty fun and chill in the Republic of Honnoldlandia.

Alex on 60 Minutes (if you’re lucky, with a Viagra commercial, or two)

Alex on No Way Jose, North Wash, UT vs. Our friend JP Ouellet on No Way Jose

Want more Alex Honnold, you freak? Just google him and say goodbye to the afternoon!

 

 

 

Episode 27: Mayan Smith-Gobat – Mama don't take no mess.

Mayan on Punks in the Gym

On Episode 27, I chase down New Zealander Mayan Smith-Gobat in of all places, Grand Junction, Colorado. Mayan tells how she is holed up in the oddly frigid wasteland that is Colorado’s Western Slope to retool her mind and body into a killer android-like climbing machine. Who knew that GJ was such a hotbed of training fanatics? Mayan tells us about her beginnings in New Zealand, her move onto the world scene, and her obsessive no-excuses methods for getting it done. I manage to avoid even making a single sheep joke about NZ or referring to her namesake alien-seeded middle Americans whose lame apocalypse was such a letdown last month. I’m getting to be pretty pro-sesh if I do say so myself.

Mayan on the Salathé

Mayan at 5.10

Mayan’s Website

Mayan on Punks

 

 

 

Episode 21: James Lucas- His finger in all the pies.

Fruit # 1. James’ entry in the Mountain Fair Pie Baking Contest.

On Episode 21, James Lucas and I take a break from smoozing the Trade Show ladies to sit down for a chat. James dishes on his pie baking bombs and bad breaks, his career as perhaps the world’s only living redpoint soloist, his upcoming book about the Stone Monkey era in Yosemite, and how try as he might, he just can’t get the French out of the FreeRider. Bad to the bone, but also smooth as fine Cognac, James Lucas is an original.

My Dancing Shoes: James shows us how its done (alone in a hoodie apparently).

James’ Blog: Life of a Walking Monkey