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Woot! I went to a climbing gym for the first time in far too long. And it was a blast. I had forgotten how much I enjoy them; every time I go, I immediately want to go again.
My climbing partner (who is a member of the gym and brought me as his guest) was exceedingly patient in showing me how to tie all the knots I'd forgotten. His tutelage worked - I neither dropped him nor fell. That would've put a bit of a damper on the whole evening. :) I didn't climb anything too difficult - a coupe of 5s (of course) and one 6. His climbs were much harder - not anything I'm ready to tackle. Then a dinner of protein and carbs (burritos) in front of his television as he introduced me to Spaced, a fabulous show I'd been hearing about for a while, but hadn't seen. Add to the mix friendly kitties and conversation till 1:00 a.m., and it's obvious that it was a good night.
Even the rain was kinda' fun. It took me an hour and forty-five minutes to get to his place - a drive that should have taken about an hour. There were times I could barely see the tail lights of the car in front of me on the interstate - though, to be fair, I stayed back a good distance in case I hydroplaned. I listened to the radio the entire drive, and only had one station fuzz out for a few seconds. Intermittently the music was interrupted by the emergency broadcast system telling me to watch out for flooding and tornadoes. It wasn't until after I left the interstate that the roads got bad. There puddles that were ponds - at least one was as high as the undercarriage of my car. The cars in lanes around me splashed water over my roof. But, for all that, it was a good drive. Drivers were cautious and courteous. My windshield wipers worked. My air conditioning kept the windows from fogging over. I had radio throughout the drive. The rain and clouds and filtered sunlight were breathtakingly beautiful, and the traffic slow enough that I could see and appreciate them. It was the sort of drive that's supposed to key me up, but it didn't.
My climbing partner (who is a member of the gym and brought me as his guest) was exceedingly patient in showing me how to tie all the knots I'd forgotten. His tutelage worked - I neither dropped him nor fell. That would've put a bit of a damper on the whole evening. :) I didn't climb anything too difficult - a coupe of 5s (of course) and one 6. His climbs were much harder - not anything I'm ready to tackle. Then a dinner of protein and carbs (burritos) in front of his television as he introduced me to Spaced, a fabulous show I'd been hearing about for a while, but hadn't seen. Add to the mix friendly kitties and conversation till 1:00 a.m., and it's obvious that it was a good night.
Even the rain was kinda' fun. It took me an hour and forty-five minutes to get to his place - a drive that should have taken about an hour. There were times I could barely see the tail lights of the car in front of me on the interstate - though, to be fair, I stayed back a good distance in case I hydroplaned. I listened to the radio the entire drive, and only had one station fuzz out for a few seconds. Intermittently the music was interrupted by the emergency broadcast system telling me to watch out for flooding and tornadoes. It wasn't until after I left the interstate that the roads got bad. There puddles that were ponds - at least one was as high as the undercarriage of my car. The cars in lanes around me splashed water over my roof. But, for all that, it was a good drive. Drivers were cautious and courteous. My windshield wipers worked. My air conditioning kept the windows from fogging over. I had radio throughout the drive. The rain and clouds and filtered sunlight were breathtakingly beautiful, and the traffic slow enough that I could see and appreciate them. It was the sort of drive that's supposed to key me up, but it didn't.