I started climbing in 1989 or 1990 in Wales (can't remember--short-term memory loss). It blew my mind right off the bat, and I was instantly hooked.
After I got back to the States, I continued climbing in New England where I grew up, before my first real climbing trip, to Joshua Tree in 1992. I then wintered in Hueco Tanks in ’92-93 during an epic season. Everybody was there: Rolo Garibotti, Eli Chevieux, Dean Potter, Jeff Benowitz, Timmy O'Neill, Fred Nicole.... The hook went deeper, even if bouldering never really grabbed me. After a sojourn in Spain (El Chorro!), I hitched up to Jackson, Wyoming, and I’ve been climbing in the Tetons ever since.
I’ve done three expeditions to Kyrgyzstan: the Ala Archa, the Ak-Su and Kara-Su valleys, the Tien Shan (Khan Tengri, to 6300 meters). The highlight of those years was the previously unexplored Moonshadow Mountains. Every ascent was a first, and we even got to call one of the mountains Pik Jerry Garcia. Never did get a song out of it....
I’ve done other expeditions to Peru, Tibet (coolest land on earth, if you can stay away from the Han Chinese) and Alaska (where I was born). Other climbing trips abroad have included Cuba; Spain (half a dozen times); Italy, Switzerland, France, Czech Republic, Japan, Slovenia, South Africa, and best of all, Scotland in winter (three times). There is simply nothing finer than Scotch on the rocks.
These days I climb closer to home (City of Rocks, Sinks Canyon, the Tetons). You can never beat the Tetons, but even here, things are looking up: we just finished putting together the Teton Boulder Project, so now there's climbing in downtown Jackson.
Mostly these days it's about the partners: Evan Howe, Alex Friedman, Jarad Spackman, Hans Johnstone, Aaron Gams, my beautiful wife Giovannina, and especially my brother Bill. But through it all, it's the Tetons, man, it's the Tetons--my favorite mountains of all.