This was the first shirt I ever made. The idea started in San Mateo, California when my dear friend Benny and I were denied entry to our plane bound for New Zealand. We found ourselves with time to kill (three days) holed up in a grungy hotel, coffee shops and of course bars. With all that time I started mocking up this shirt, to put it mildly I don't have an artistic bone in my body, it was slow going. Once we returned home after successfully making it down south, and having the trip of a lifetime, I figured I should make the damn shirt! The first day I wore it out 3 different people came up asking where I got it. A few weeks later driving back from Moab it clicked, I should make more silly climbing shirts. And now here we are.
