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My name is Arie Leeflang. I’m named after my grandfather (and after his grandfather… grandfather… etc.), a Dutch immigrant with the spirit of a stallion (or a mountain goat?). I was raised in the City of the Salt Lake but was bred in the Utah backcountry- originally by my parents, but then by a small pack of badgers. I rigged my first telemark skis and swami-ed my first climbing harness at age 14 and tried not to look over my shoulder.

I survived my time abroad searching for my soul; finally finding it in my own backyard. Grad school left me chasing archaeology jobs until finally wedging my foot in the door. I crave the needle and thread as much as I crave the warm rock. Happy hours quickly pass beside my trusty seam-making machine.

Beyond life, I thrive in the distance, out of breath, hours yet to travel. I grasp at the overgrown path, the…

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  • Joined December 5, 2007

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About

My name is Arie Leeflang. I’m named after my grandfather (and after his grandfather… grandfather… etc.), a Dutch immigrant with the spirit of a stallion (or a mountain goat?). I was raised in the City of the Salt Lake but was bred in the Utah backcountry- originally by my parents, but then by a small pack of badgers. I rigged my first telemark skis and swami-ed my first climbing harness at age 14 and tried not to look over my shoulder.

I survived my time abroad searching for my soul; finally finding it in my own backyard. Grad school left me chasing archaeology jobs until finally wedging my foot in the door. I crave the needle and thread as much as I crave the warm rock. Happy hours quickly pass beside my trusty seam-making machine.

Beyond life, I thrive in the distance, out of breath, hours yet to travel. I grasp at the overgrown path, the shorter mountain, and the neglected relic. Posthole, skin track, 10a, A3; if no one is there, I am game.

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