"The hardest two steps to take in life are the one that closes an old door behind you, and the one that opens a new door in front of you." (B. Baker
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I've stepped way back from Ren Faire stuff and have returned to my climbing roots. I've been out 3 times in 7 days, and am loving it. Made some new acquaintances, and have run into...let's see...6 people I used to know from climbing. All of whom, despite my 4 year absence, welcomed me back with open arms.
Today I hauled all my gear up to the crag (just a half hour hike, but it's all uphill, and a hell of a lot work when you are wearing a 30-lb backpack). I figured that even if I didn't get to climb, at least I got some exercise and I took the dog for a walk. Three guys speaking Russian were there, and finally they looked at me (I'd been hanging out for a 1/2 hour, waiting for someone I knew to show up) and said, "Is your dog going to belay you?"
Pretty funny. They invited me to climb with them, and I went up to the top of the crag by the trail to set up a rope. while I was doing that, several people I used to climb and hang with (no pun intended) showed up, having just gotten up from a rollicking good party up in Guilford the night before. Funny, they had come across my old number last week and wanted to call me, but of course it it had changed!
So I had some fun, got on impossibly hard routes (for me, in my current BAD and weak shape), and actually effectively pulled some crazy hard moves on those climbs.
Essentially, in response to big changes in my life, I've gone back to what I love. And it's wonderful. So I'm sticking with that right now. And my dog. He's so great...
Coolest moment: Tori, a quintessential Rock-Betty (that means climbing babe), is taking lessons in Brattleboro doing arial fabric, or somesuch. That means she climbs up long pieces of fabric bolted to a high ceiling, and does spins, flips, etc. Cirque du Soleil stuff. Cool. I have to check out that class. Maybe I can make it to Brattleboro once a week for the new semester of classes...
Today I hauled all my gear up to the crag (just a half hour hike, but it's all uphill, and a hell of a lot work when you are wearing a 30-lb backpack). I figured that even if I didn't get to climb, at least I got some exercise and I took the dog for a walk. Three guys speaking Russian were there, and finally they looked at me (I'd been hanging out for a 1/2 hour, waiting for someone I knew to show up) and said, "Is your dog going to belay you?"
Pretty funny. They invited me to climb with them, and I went up to the top of the crag by the trail to set up a rope. while I was doing that, several people I used to climb and hang with (no pun intended) showed up, having just gotten up from a rollicking good party up in Guilford the night before. Funny, they had come across my old number last week and wanted to call me, but of course it it had changed!
So I had some fun, got on impossibly hard routes (for me, in my current BAD and weak shape), and actually effectively pulled some crazy hard moves on those climbs.
Essentially, in response to big changes in my life, I've gone back to what I love. And it's wonderful. So I'm sticking with that right now. And my dog. He's so great...
Coolest moment: Tori, a quintessential Rock-Betty (that means climbing babe), is taking lessons in Brattleboro doing arial fabric, or somesuch. That means she climbs up long pieces of fabric bolted to a high ceiling, and does spins, flips, etc. Cirque du Soleil stuff. Cool. I have to check out that class. Maybe I can make it to Brattleboro once a week for the new semester of classes...
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