I originally had a post written that was all over the place conceptually and emotionally. Basically an out of control rant about the blatant lack of consideration of others that Sam and I witnessed while climbing this last weekend. In the end, I just needed to write down the rant, re-read it, then trash it. I'm glad I did, I feel free.

I've been thinking about climbing a lot lately; I've thrown myself into the sport completely.

I read about it
I think about it
I do it
I dream it
I love it

I guess this is a process that happens toward end of every season for most climbers, sort of an inventory of everything that happened in the last several months. Now that I'm looking forward to several months of doing nothing but pulling plastic, remembering what's happened outside is going to help me make it through the winter.
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