10 Rad Valentine’s Day Gifts for Climbers


The life that appeals to your average American can seem hopelessly bland and sedentary to climbers. On the other hand, most folks probably view our best vacations as their worst nightmares, as the bumper sticker says. Same goes for Valentine’s Day gifts. If this sappy, saccharine holiday appeals at all to you and your chalk-dusted paramour, it’s likely you won’t be going the roses and chocolates route. To help the vertically inclined find a fitting token of affection for that special someone, I’ve compiled a list of 10 items that, while thoughtful, do their thinking just outside of the lace-embroidered box.

1. Heart-emblazoned crash pad – Bouldering pad maker ORGANIC is known for their custom fabric tops. For a very reasonable $25 additional charge, ORGANIC is happy to create a pad with a heart form (or other shape of your choosing) sewn on top. Now, every time she takes a digger from the top of some hairy highball, she’ll remember that she is loved, and the pain will recede that much more quickly. organicclimbing.com

2. Elite nail clippers – If you’ve ever experienced the feeling of untrimmed fingernails scraping against stone, snagging, tearing, bending backwards, etc., then you understand viscerally the importance of a good nail clipper. What better way to say, “I love you and I want you never to feel the discomfort of nails grown too long again,” than with a pair of the most badass clippers on the market. Klhip engineers their snazzy snippers from 440C surgical stainless steel to offer the most even, easy, and comfortable trimming experience possible. (Pro tip: take it to the next level and offer to trim your love dumpling’s nails for him. Hawt.) Just $89 with leather case. klhip.com


3. Beanie of the Month Club – If your bouldering partner (OK, probably a dude in this case) is the sort to always have a knit beanie (or toque, as they say north of the border) on his head, then this service is for you. Every month, HotHedz will deliver a new cap — wool, fleece, polyester-cotton blend, what have you — straight to his door… or P.O. box, in likely case that he lives out of his car. Not only will the Beanie of the Month Club keep him looking rico suave, but it will also reduce the particular odor that builds up when you combine frequent physical exertion with a bi-weekly shower schedule with his habit of sleeping with his hat on. HotHedz Beanie of the Month Club

4. Deluxe brushes – Sometimes, a clean hold makes all the difference. Discerning rock jocks grok all brushes are not created equal. When you’re looking for the best, only natural bristles like boar’s hair will do, the most popular brand being Lapis, a Slovenian hold company. Hair-care professionals and auto enthusiasts alike prize boar’s hair brushes for their softness and durability. Climbers know boar’s hair lifts more chalk and oil off of a climbing hold than nylon bristles, allowing for better grip, more success on the rock, and, by extension, a happier significant other. Lapis brushes via Liberty Mountain.

5. Couple’s sleeping bag – A good night’s rest is crucial for performance, but when sleeping two to a tent, those mummy-style bags can leave lovers feeling isolated. Why not double the fun with a tandem sleeping bag like the Big Agnes Cabin Creek Double or The North Face Twin Peaks?


6. Sexy clothes – Flatlanders head to Victoria’s Secret when it’s time to spice things up. For climbers, it’s Verve all the way. Founded and still run by Christian Griffith (who has climbed in at least one bouldering competition wearing little more than a thong and climbing shoes), Verve clothing is functional, stylish, and artfully accentuates the climber’s natural form [wink wink]. verveclimbing.com

7. Deep-tissue massage – Climbing is sort of like weightlifting, but instead of dumbbells, we throw ourselves around. No surprise then that many climbers suffer from muscle soreness, stiffness, and imbalance. A couple’s deep-tissue massage is just the thing to loosen those cranky fibers and unlock your and your partner’s climbing potential. Bonus: the sometimes-painful deep-tissue massage has been known to release not only physical tension, but also long-dormant pockets of emotional energy as well, which can deepen a relationship.

8. Climbing jewelry – Diamonds are great, but they stink for climbing (too slick!). Instead, adorn your lover’s ears and neck with sterling silver cams, carabiners, ice tools, and more. rockclimbingjewelry.com

9. Backpack-able wine bag – Long known as a “social lubricant,” vino can also loosen the tongues of those speaking the language of love. For those oenophiles among us, the PlatyPreserve Wine Preservation System is an excellent gift. These BPA-free plastic bags allow you to eek all the corrupting air out of your wine stash. Store it and a cool, dark place, and you’ll have the freshest tasting 2010 Climber Wine (limited release) in the Valley. Plus, the PlatyPreserve is lightweight, flexible, and won’t shatter in your pack. platypreserve.com


10. Chocolate – Look, everyone loves chocolate, even if they choose to pretend otherwise. But climbers are a socially conscious bunch, so not any old Hershey bar will do. To ensure Cupid’s arrow hits its mark, try for something more sustainable, like a heart-shaped box of organic, fair-trade chocolates from San Louis Obispo-based Mama Ganache artisan chocolates. Such sumptuousness is only to be indulged in after your love sends his or her project, of course — motivation plus deliciousness equals the perfect climber cadeau.

What about you? Have you come up with any ingenious gifts for your on-and-off-the-rock partner?

Reflections On A Personal Wedding

I’ve been to a few weddings in my day. Long weddings and short weddings. Jewish weddings and Catholic weddings. Simple weddings and opulent ones. Of the two most unique weddings I’ve attended, one was secular, between two lawyers — it was full of cerebral legal metaphors and took place on the beautiful, grassy lawn of the Oakland Museum of California. The other, and I think the most unusual, was a Zen wedding, performed in a back yard in Ohio. The Roshi, or teacher, who officiated the wedding began by explaining that in Zen, there is no formal recognition of marriage. “Still,” said the robed man, “Thomas is such a great student and a great guy, I couldn’t say, ‘No.'” Looking back, there was something so very Zen about the whole scenario.

To mark the beginning of the Zen ceremony, the Roshi rang a bell, meant to rouse the attendees from the illusion of their everyday perception. Then he lead us through a lengthy series of chants. The syllables, which had no literal meaning, filled more than a full page of the little paper programs and were nearly impossible to follow. All around me, the crowd of mostly Caucasian non-Buddhists chanted away in earnest.  The act was at once strange, humorous, touching, and enlightening, which I think is a wonderful blend. I knew then that I wanted my own wedding, if ever I had one, to be likewise unique, to be representative of my passions and philosophies, as well as those of my wife. Years later, I would finally have the chance to carry out this plan.

Kristin reads her vows
Kristin, a little choked up, delivers her vows. The Reverend Tim and I are awestruck. Photo: Nick Greenwell.

On June 15th, 2012, Kristin Marine and I were married atop Flagstaff Mountain in Boulder, Colorado. From the time we were engaged, our shared understanding of marriage has been that it is a vow between two people to spend a lifetime together — nothing more, nothing less. With that in mind, we decided that our wedding ceremony should be small and simple, informal, secular, in a natural setting, and that the officiant should be someone we know and who knows us. If I were to pick a word to describe my ideal wedding, it would be “honest.” In fact, our desire for a minimal wedding more than once had us ready to hang it all and head for the courthouse with a witness, the way my parents did nearly 40 years ago. But, after some discussion, we decided we wanted to do a little something after all. It just seemed right.

There were 16 people at our wedding, including Kristin and me. Of those, six were immediate family and eight were close friends. There was, as one might expect, some vague pressure to invite more people, to make the wedding something grander, but we resisted. In the end, we decided to exclude many people we love, not because we didn’t want them there, but because we didn’t want that kind of wedding.

The guests of the Marine - Roth wedding
All the guests of the Marine-Roth wedding. Photo: The Stone Mind.

For a venue, we picked the Sunrise Amphitheater atop Flagstaff Mountain, a little peak just north of the Flatirons that we used to frequent when we lived in Boulder. We made the decision quickly and without much hemming and hawing. As you follow the switchbacking, two-lane road up the minor mountain, you rise rapidly above the city and your view opens out onto the plains of the east. Along the way, you’ll likely pass a few crazed cyclists standing up on their pedals, tilting ambitiously towards the summit (on the way down, they coast as fast as the cars). There, too, hikers gambol along the winding trails, climbers dance up the towering sandstone boulders, and deer graze amongst the brittle grasses. Sunrise Amphitheater, at around 7,000 feet elevation, is a popular wedding venue. It features a classical amphitheater layout, with curving, stone bench seats in a three-quarters circle, all looking down on a central stage. Though the amphitheater is large enough to seat 150 people, we had everyone gather at the edge of the stage, to better hear Tim Erickson, the officiant, over the perpetual hiss of the high wind in the fragrant pines.

Like the venue, our choice of officiant required little deliberation. Tim is my sole friend from graduate school and a hell of a poet. He’s also a heart-on-sleeve romantic, the keeper of a bountiful sense of humor, and an English teacher unafraid to speak before an audience. When we asked him to lead our little ceremony, he agreed without hesitation and  went about getting his official credentials from the Universal Life Church. He crafted an entirely custom, secular ceremony, including a beautiful “cento,” which is a poem composed of lines from other poems. His artful words, informed by many years of marriage, were wise and honest and touching, and he delivered them with a grace that belied the fact that ours was the first wedding he’d officiated.

Stenciled wedding cup
Wedding cup of Kristin’s design. Stenciling these literally took days of effort. Spraying onto the curved, tapering surface was a logistical challenge, to say the least. Photo: The Stone Mind.

We approached our wedding the same way we approach life in general — we took what we liked from the old ways, left what we didn’t, and made up the rest. One of the traditions that we decided to stick with was the “best man” / “best woman” speeches, though we didn’t identify them as such. We simply each asked one of our friends to say something, if they wanted. Kristin’s friend Rachel donned a guitar and sang Willie Nelson’s “Everywhere I Go”, which left not a dry eye in the house. My friend of more than 20 years, Michael, pulled astutely from our many shared experiences to illustrate why Kristin would be a sure cure for my numerous, if not understandable, flaws.

Of all the things we did at our wedding, I think writing our own vows was among the most important. As I labored over mine, fearful of falling short in my role as a “wordsmith,” I came to realize that the old “in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse” line is, in fact, a very good one. It is hard not to come back to that type of promise. Still, I wanted my vows to be a little more personal. At first glance, the task seemed so simple — “Just say what you mean!” I implored myself while hunched over the keyboard. But, of course, there’s more to it than that. It is only when we try to make what we mean concrete, put it down in words, that we realize how unclear our meaning really is. It was hard work, mentally and emotionally, to convert love, a promise of a lifetime, into a few short paragraphs. It was a worthwhile exercise though, and one that added something of immeasurable value to the ceremony, at least for me.

Poppin' the Chandon
Poppin’ the Chandon. Photo: Nick Greenwell.

From what I have observed, a lot of people get married with the assumption that some great event is required. I read recently that the average cost of a wedding in the United States is now $25,000. I can only imagine that romantic movies, the burden of tradition, and the flourishing commercial wedding industry’s marketing engine have conspired to convince us that cost = value. (Which is, of course, not necessarily the case.) In the end, our wedding was, for us, as close to perfect as a wedding could be — a moment set aside for a dame and a fella to say some important things to each other before a small collection of loved ones. I cannot think of anything more there should be to a wedding.

The cake, courtesy of Boulder’s own Tee & Cakes, with a design inspired by Kristin’s paintings. Photo: The Stone Mind.

I am grateful and a little surprised that it all worked out as well as it did. I like to think it was a testament to our decision to do things our own way, and not be swayed too much by tradition or the expectations of others. But realistically I think it was good old-fashioned preparation, some help from our friends and family, and also luck. (For example, had the wedding been a week later, our venue would have likely been smoked out by raging wildfires.)

If, after reading this, even one couple is emboldened to create the wedding they want — rather than the wedding they think they should want or the wedding their family would prefer — I will consider this post a success. If the wedding you want is no wedding at all, more power to you. Same goes for those who genuinely want a big, sassy, opulent wedding. You cannot lose for following your heart. After all, what responsibility do we have in life but to make a world of the sort we want to live in. In every decision and every moment, we have a new chance to do just that.

It was a good day
It was a good day. Photo: Richard Roth.

Special thanks to Kristin Marine Roth, Herb and Kathy Marine, Aaron and Brock Marine, Richard and Susan Roth, Tim and Camille Erickson, Ted Chubb and Rachel Ryll, Nick Greenwell and Robin Maslowski, Michael Driskill and Rebecca Resnick Driskill, and to all the friends and family who weren’t present in body but who were there in our heart. We love you all!