Road Trip, Pt. 6- Little Cottonwood Canyon

After leaving Lake Tahoe, we had the pleasure of staying in majestic Reno, Nevada for a night. I was able to meet up with my friend Britt and catch up, while Dasha and Noah drove around looking for a suitable place to eat for over an hour. No such luck.

Leaving as soon as possible the next morning, we drove across the Nevada desert, past the Bonneville Salt Flats, and the Great Salt Lake and into our favorite Mormon city. While Utah, and Salt Lake City in particular, is one of the strangest places you'll ever visit (religion looming over everything, incredible unending sprawl with every chain store imaginable, etc.), it does have some of best skiing and climbing in North America.

Some of the best bouldering in the country is located in Little Cottonwood Canyon. Yes, some of the problems are extremely polished, and it's crowded, and the smell of brakes lingers in the air. But the quality of the granite and the beauty of the movement is undeniable. It snowed and rained the first day we were there, and we forgot the camera the next day. So, we don't have many pictures. Here's one of Dasha climbing a fun, juggy warm up at the Secret Garden.