Scott was raised on a farm in eastern Washington just outside of the diminutive community of St. John (pop. 514). The region’s large fertile rolling hills were great for growing wheat and barley, but lacked any significant geological features for rock climbing. His two Grandfathers worked as a farmer and a park ranger while his Father was a truck driver, and so, it only seemed natural that he would learn to utilize the earth as a means for growth, admire and celebrate the grandeur of our landscape, and love the open road. After being raised with his hands in the soil, he left the farm to see where his legs could take him. Curiosity leaves the hometown abandoned. While attending college in Bellingham, WA he traded in his cowboy boots for mountaineering boots and his legs took him to the summit of many peaks in the Cascade Mountains. He spent half his summers working at Mt. Rainier and the other half working back on the farm for the annual Harvest. College ended and, slipping back into his cowboy boots, he felt the need to travel to the Desert Southwest where his hands have since held the reins, at first, leading him up sandstone cracks but more recently to the top of sandstone boulders. Rock climbing was a reunion between his hands and terra firma. He has since been taking monthly road trips to climbing areas across the american west to boulder.
“In our ever more crowded world, what the pioneers once despised has turned out to be, by virtue of the very fact that it was shunned and therefore lightly settled, our last refuge for quiet and contemplation. So it is … Continue reading