Farewell San Francisco

Farewell San Francisco

Farewell, San Francisco. Nearly two years to the day since I arrived, I bid you adieu.

It’s not you. Really. Granted some things grew old – the traffic, petty crime, conversations about kale – but you offered so much more. Despite being such a big city, your small neighborhoods felt like anywhere but, and offered a lifetime of exploration.

Love of the chase

Love of the chase

The alarm shrieks to life. After years of early starts to go climb, ski, or photograph, the noise is still jarring. I get up, sometimes questioning my choice of hobbies. Espresso machine switched on, the microwave set to two minutes to cook my breakfast burrito. It’s somewhere in these moments that I snap out of my grogginess and get excited for what lies ahead.

One Man’s Struggle With Gear

One Man’s Struggle With Gear

My name is David Kennedy and I have a gear problem.  It started innocently enough in high school.  I experimented with hiking and backpacking first.  Then I met more outdoorsy folk and started to explore caves, rivers, and rock cliffs.  Then it got serious when I moved to Colorado – skiing and ice climbing. Most recently, photography has become the umbrella in which all other outdoor activities fall.