Major League Butt Kick'n is Back in Town!

Shred All Fear is back in full force and jammin harder than ever in Zion National Park. After doing some bicep bursting free climbing on the Organ we hiked up to Angels Landing, ran passed all the scared tourists, and signed autographs for those who recognized us or were stoked off our dance moves. The summit view was comparable to the Old Volcano Towers Ridge in Saturn's outer rim. Which if you haven't climbed out there, is freaking stellar.

 Also a chipmunk took a great liking to Brock and his mullet. Maybe he could smell Brock's inner animal... or maybe it was just his feet. Either way they became best friends.

Party Time USA...

For now..

-Rex 'BonerJamz' McKenzie

Brock 'Freedom Ain't Free' Steel

P.S. You jerks, Mr. Bryan Schillig is the only one whose had the decency to donate to our gas fund! What a stand up, handsome, powerful, hairy hairy man.

ZION!!!

Where have the last 3 days gone???

Oh that's right, they went to raging hard in one of the most beautifully gnar places in the spaces:  ZION!!! For all ya'll foolie fools who don't know, Zion National Park is home to some of the sandiest-sandbagged-sick-nasty-sandstone this side of Saturn. With all of the rad routes to climb here (not to mention the lack of wifi) we lost track of time and forgot to keep the old b-log updated...Woops!!

Here's a quick recap:

We met up with our good friends Dick Dower, Dakota Walz, Jeremy Collins, and Corbin Brady. 

We climbed some sick routes in preparation for our main objective, Moonlight Buttress:

We climbed three pitches of world class rock in the pitch black of night. Then, deciding that it was time to go back to camp and drink some beer, we fixed 400 ft off rope and repelled to the ground. After a hardy night of party we woke up the next morning and jugged back up to our high point. 

After juggling back to our high point we hauled our geetars up in the haul bag behind us. Along with all our climbing gear that is a loooot of metal. Heavy metal. Can ya dig it?

After another 200ft of stellar aid climbing we ran into a problem. There were 2 parties above us also trying to reach the summit before sunset. Upon reaching the main roof in the center of the route our buzz was completely killed by the slow parties above. If we were to ever make it back to camp in time to party we would have to bail! So, being the rational doods we are, we pulled ropes and rapelled off the route.

Then we met all the nature. And got in touch with our spirit aminals. 

After 3 days of getting down and dirty in Zion it started to get too cold for the Brock-inator and his snot started to freeze on his stache.

As if all these sexy photos were not enough for ya we're currently working on the manliest, hairiest, rockenest music video we've shot yet. Stay posted for the release in the next day or so!!

Party Time USA

Forever

Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie

The Party Rolls On

On this morning the desert sun comes down hard like hot lightning in my eyes. The twisted stale-sweet arome of smoke, broken dreams, perfume, glitter, and bad decions emits from the both of us. Like a shadow belonging to the night before, it vaguely reminds us of who we are and what we have done. Needless to say, our last night in the City of Lost Wages was one stellar party!!

We hooked up with SinClaire the Dinosour again for one more titilating tour of the city. We hit a few casinos, played a few guitar solos, got kicked out of a club once or twice, and found our way to some of the dirt-filth-nastiest strip clubs this disgustingly dope city had to unveil.  

Seeing as Las Vages seems to know how to party pretty hard already, it is time for us to get back on the boogey bus and haul ass to our next destination. Before we could leave though we had to have one last jam session with the super-incredi-rad couple who put up with our crazy-consta-partying all week; DICK AND NATALIE!!!!!

Along with with their new pup, Munchcin, these two legendary climbers gave us a place to sleep, eat, shower our sins away, and even taught us a little about how they keep their own party going through out the years. There isn't enough time between climbs to thank them enough for everything they have done for us. As crazy as it sounds, this week WE are the ones learning secrets of the forever stoke from an EARTHLING. Let alone TWO of them!! 

They may have had a lot to teach us about being rad climbers but it was Brock and I who taught them how to make it look gooooood!!

And so, we said our farewells to Dick n Nat, all Brock's favorite strippers, and of course, the mountains that allowed our thunderous-face-grinding geetar riffs to penetrate the stratosphere and glaze the land in a thick hazey glow of super stoke.

Part Time USA

Forever

Rex "BonerJamz" Mckenzie