Hanging precariously in tents off a jaw-dropping 1200 meter vertical cliff face wouldn’t be most people’s idea of the perfect camping trip. Chasing the longest and hardest - and probably most dangerous - wall climb ever attempted, is a challenge they rise to every day.
Gordon Wiltsie, the photographer, said that this particular climb on Great Sail Peak in Canada was quite perilous. It was the Arctic spring, so melting snow on both the summit and a ledge midway up the cliff constantly sent rocks and chunks of ice flying down. “For serious big wall climbers, simply being this far off the ground isn’t scary or dangerous in itself.”
"Camping in the Portaledges is a lot less scary and dangerous than it is climbing outside of them. They’re pretty comfortable and you don’t actually see the drop below. I find it similar to sleeping into a regular tent. You’re always harnessed into a separate anchor from the tent so I felt quite safe unless I had to lean out to get food or supplies from our haul bags hanging outside."The amazing collection of images is part of an exhibit of work by Wiltsie at the Mountain Light Gallery in California.
white people doing dangerous shit again just for shits and thrills
"There’s so much about Eyedea that I don’t have the intellect or articulate capacity to grasp or describe. I just want to share what I can.
The fact is that he was more intelligent and many ways more free than anyone I’ve ever known. I just couldn’t keep up with him.
Eyedea’s entire approach to life was his own. He was ever developing his art, spirituality, intellect etc. Always inspired. Always seeking.
He also had a deep respect for the culture and struggle of oppressed people. He was a student of history and lover of truth .Eyedea wanted the voice you heard on his records to be the true extension of his innermost being. He wanted his expression to be true .He wasn’t worried about the people who didn’t feel him. He loved the handful of people who were in tune enough to believe.
He lived every moment of his life by his principles. His heart made his decisions. This is real. Not me being sentimental.He was so excited by creativity and independent thought/expression in any form. He only slept a few hours a day. Spent hours reading & writing. When Eyedea let the world hear his rock/jazz music he got some really cruel, ugly backlash. He seemed to almost enjoy how upset people were.Free thought and expression was everything to Eyedea. Learning, analyzing, creating was his religion.Every creative person that he encountered loved him immediately, from the most hood, thug rapper to the most eclectic space cadet poet."
Brother Ali on the death of Michael Larsen, Eyedea.