Sunday, May 29, 2011

One week

I will never get to see my friend again.

I will never here him yell at me, louder than 11, even though I am wearing headphones.

I will never again see him smile after his sends, or drink redbull.

Never again can I talk about climbing with my friend, or girls, or climbing girls.

Never can I ask him to belay me.

I will never smell his god awful hippie smell, ever again.

Nor will I ever be able to laugh at his dirty socks, long-johns or mister muffler Mountain Hardware pants, that he loved so much.

Never will we crash in the same tent in Chonta, cause the pussy that I am, I am afraid of sleeping alone.

We will never sit, cutting up vegetables together, not talking, just listening to the deep empty of life pushing at our backs.

I will never understand again, because Mike is not there to make sense of it for me.

I will never climb the same again, because mike will be there watching me, every time.

I will miss his stickclip, cause I refuse to own one.

I will miss his hair, getting caught in the grigri, time and time again.

I will miss him hitting on girls, when you know its all for show.

I will never believe again, because the truth was always laid out by him.

It will be hard to breath again, because Mike was the life blood of my life.

It will be harder to keep secrets, cause now I really have no one to tell them too.

I will have trouble hearing lies, cause Mike will be there to guide me towards the truth.

I will miss my friend.

I will miss him very much.

I will.

I will...


Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Music Could Never be to Loud




Mike Bohorquez 11/23/1966 - 5/22/2011

It never occurred to me that I would one day have to write an obituary. Then, on the morning of May 25th, the clock coming close to 6am, my ears heard the worse words come through the cellular connection of my mobile phone. My best friend; confidante, my shinning star amongst all wrong and wild things on this earth, was gone.

Mike Bohorquez was born in Newfoundland, Canada, on November 23rd, 1966. He studied at private schools and universities across the Americas and toured with the Grateful Dead, until climbing came to play a rampart part in turning him into the outgoing and amazing person he never failed to be. His body was found in a hotel room in Bogota, Columbia, on May 22th 2011.

Mike lived his life at the utmost pase. He drove his Harley, or 56 panhead hardtail, as he repeatedly corrected me, all over the Colorado highways. When asked about where he lived, he always replied, ‘’from here, for now. ‘’ His mailing address was stamped on his Metolius haul bags, which

he used to travel, and to climb the walls of El Cap, to which, if he had a home, it would be. He spoke of his life as if it had no beginning and no end. He spoke with purity and laughter and spent his days trying his best.

What I remember the most about Mike was his girly screams falling from the anchors of his current projects and his headphones gushing out loud metal music camouflaged in his blonde dreads, which he would never cut. We would sit on the main street in the village of Cienega, waiting for the sun to hit us every morning, he with his coffee, imported and the most expensive money could buy. He took great pleasure in brewing his cups in the morning, and if anyone had a routine, that was his.

No amount of free gear was good enough for Mike, and in the past few years he had convinced Evolv, Bluewater and Metolius to put him on their grassroots team. This, above all else, gave Mike a motivation and drive to excel at his sport.

He spent his life living, and, for the most part, making sure we all remembered to do so as well. He was always looking out for his friends. He was always there. Mike always reminded me, that if I ever needed anyone taken out, hacked to pieces and made to disappear, he would do it. Mike loved his weapons, and was always close to his knives. He spoke about his guns as Shakespeare would about love. Never a day would go buy should we not hear something about him shooting off rounds in the dessert of Colorado.

We parted ways a few days into March of 2011, he went south and I, north. Plans to go to china in Oct. We both went our way, towards what we gravitate too. Mike had plans to travel for an undetermined amount of time. Our next meeting will now have to wait, just a little bit longer.

Here I am now, sitting on the floor of my apt, writing this for you. I have lost many friends over the past few years, but you are the one who will be sorely missed. I hope you Watch over me, us, with great wide eyes. May we make you proud. Maybe you take my dog for walks, where you both are, and may you never forget, that we will never stop remembering you, in our daily chores, activities and lives. You surround us, and bring us the strength and knowledge to forge on ahead, even though sometimes, we no not where we go.

In loving memeory of Mike Bohorquez

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Mike Bohorquez: The last climb

Update June 9 2011:

After a week of delays, I finally got to call Mike's mom. She is having a great hard time dealing with the release of Mike's body and personal effects. The consulate, ambassadors and state dept from both Columbia and the United States are all involved. The FBI is refusing to investigate the seemingly suspicious turn of Mike's demise. All told, Mike will be cremated in Columbia unless we can get his body back state-side asap.

I have no news of services or any other information.

I told Mike's mom that I would look into my personal political connections here in Canada to see if we can't get things moving faster and more efficiently. Obviously, Mike is not the top priority for anyone down there, less Alain Denis who has been a godsend to us for the past few weeks.

I urge everyone to call your senator and ask him to put pressure in any way they can so we can start to get things moving.

After my conversation with Mike's mom, all I want to do is fly to Bogota get shit done myself.


Update May 27 2011:

Here is the latest update. I figured I would put it on top, I guess its easier for everyone.

So Alain has been updating me over the past few days. Mike was found in his hotel room late Sunday morning after the staff was not able to reach him for check out. The circumstances surrounding his death are still under examination, but it seems it was of natural causes. I will miss Mike, but I do not think this is a sad way to go. Mike always lived, spoke and acted like a rock star, and today, he gets to go out like one. Passing on in a hotel room in Bogota, Columbia seems like the perfect way for Mike to go, if there is such a thing. I encourage people to post comments about mike, fun facts we might not all already know, anecdotes and even Obituaries if you feel like it. I think Mike would have wanted us to give him credit. He always gave credit where it was due, and I think we should do the same for him. I will update this again over the next few days, as word comes through. I am sure his family will hold services once his body is released from the investigation, so I will give you that info as well, when I have it.

Party on Mike.

May 25th 2011:


As you all may have heard the rumours over the past few days, becomes reality for us today. Alain Denis, on assignment in Columbia, confirmed the passing of my best friend and climbing partner, Mike Bohorquez.


The details as of right now are very limited, but so far, we know that after a couple days of climbing and shooting pictures with Alain in Suesca, Columbia, Mike left the party on Saturday, May 21st to go see a Football match in Bogota. A few days later his mother got a phone call from the Canadian Embassy in Columbia notifying that Mike had passed away sometime on Sunday May 22nd.

In respect to any other details, I will refrain from any rumours or unspecific facts for the time being.


I will try and update this information as much as I can as I get word from the south.


Mike will be greatly missed. He was my best friend, confidant, brother and belayer star.


If you have any comments please feel free to leave them, but please refrain from any details in public. If you have such information, please email them to me so they can be verified, and that way, we can respect the family and memory of Mike.


On a worse note, and a worse day of all.


Ulric



Friday, May 20, 2011

Quote of the Week.

"It's only after you've lost everything, that you are free to do anything."
Tyler Durden

Trance track of the week

Breakfast - Air Guitar (Original Mix)
Better make this one, go to Eleven. Turn up the cruise control people, turn up the volume. This track rules.

Song of the Week

If your gonna climb to a soundtrack, it better kick ass.
( Put it on with headphones or a booming bass system. It will give you shivers. )

Hammer & Bennett - Language [Santiago Nino Dub Tech Long Mix]

Sunday, May 8, 2011

This is what happens...

I thought this was pretty interesting. Watch!

Sleep and Ski

After a cold and sleepless truck bivy outside Winnipeg, this sign appears off to my right on the Trans-Canada Hwy 1. I think it says it all...


video

Circa 2008

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

My friend and always inspiring cool chick Ali Geiser keeps us in the loop...

With this new series of videos, coming soon to high speed internet connection near you!

You can check her blog out at here or click on her link on my blog followers list. Enjoy.

Good luck Ali, I'm sure the coming vids will be really sweet.



Adventure Training Episode 1 from Just Rite Media on Vimeo.

ahhhhhhh climbing.

5:59 AM

I wish sometimes my life was a little different. Doesn't everyone? I wake up early, but when I step outside, its not an ocean view, or for kids running to school. It's not to run in Central Park before a helicopter ride to my office, and its not because I have a special power and a cape.

Its because, like most of you this morning, I have to start my day so I can end it with money in my pocket.

This is a great song to wake up too, to resound in your head during the day, to hum at the water cooler, or just notice that nice things can become of Humans after all.

Enjoy. :)

Have a good day, to everyone.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Had to post this

Navy SEALS kick butt!
Yesterday at 9:48am · ·
    • Scott Loomis Team America, worlds police.
      10 hours ago ·
    • Kurt Smith efff yea!
      8 hours ago ·
    • Mike Bohorquez it only took how many years, how many billions of dollars, how many wounded and dead GI's and how many innocent civilian lives to kill ( supposedly) one man..?
      6 hours ago ·
    • Ulric Rousseau Kurt. You cannot be that naive, please? Dude when is the US elections again? why bury him in the ocean, was he in the navy? come on. they are feeding you bullshit and you are eating up with a silver spoon. pleasekurt, say it aint so./
      4 hours ago · · 1 person
    • Mike Bohorquez i agree with ulric..where is the fucken body..? he was the most wanted man on the face of the planet....no body..? no pics..? bullshit once again !
      39 minutes ago ·
    • Ulric Rousseau bullshit all the way. i cant believe americans are so fucking gulable. you are so intensly occupied by debt and reality tv, fox news and cnn that not even lies disrupt the intelegent in a country founded on honesty and morals.
      35 minutes ago · · 1 person
    • Ulric Rousseau a fuck it. whatever. 300,000,000 people too busy eating hagendaz made in china
      34 minutes ago · · 1 person

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Climbing Tunes


I just read an article in DPM, actually, an interview with Obe Carrion, an old friend of mine. He talks about how important music is and how it relates to climbing and life in general. And I soooooooooooo agree.

Obe likes hip hop and urban styles. I prefer trance when I climb. It really sets a mood. I go through my podcasts and find the perfect 20 or 30 minute part of a set, the one that feels the mood of the climb, and I push play.

This is a link to what I think is the best trance sets around right now. Trance Around the World with Above and Beyond. You can get all the sets via podcasts on iTunes.

OK. Thats enough for one day. I'm going to bed. Goodnight everyone

:)

Quote of the Day


"I don't want to be the best, I just want to be one step ahead of the rest."

Frankie Bones was one of my favourite djs growing up, and still is. His brother Adam X and him used to come to Montreal on a regular basis to play for raves I promoted back in the day.

Fun Fact: Straight from the airport pick up, one chilly fall afternoon, they wanted to hit the used record stores of Montreal. I was about to cross the street when my jacket was pulled back with a strong jerk and I fell flat on my ass on the curb. Instantly, a car whizzed by going 80km/h. Frankie Bones saved my life, or at least saved me from a few days in a hospital. After which, I spent 4 hours record shopping and diving into old bins for used vinyls with 2 of the biggest names in Techno.