Topic Author's Original Post - Nov 17, 2009 - 10:59pm PT
Mark is so bummed that they lost the Old Man out in New Hampshire that he came all the way to New Mexico to find another human spirit formation.
He found one today, a perfect fall day to have a climbing space to ourselves. We realized too late that we didn't take any pictures of thrashing ourselves on the 11b, but we did get some shots on the 5.10.
Geez, Bruce, I leave New Mexico and it goes to hell in a handbasket! Sportclimbing even there? The Anasazi are not gonna like this! But at least you geezers were having fun so you might cop a pass on the bad juju.
It's kinda like this: Bruce, Buggs, and I were in the USAF in the 80's. Over the years, we've all had lots of life changes, in and out of climbing, families and kids, professional aspirations, etc. I'm amazed at how climbing has changed from the days when we wore 2" swami's, everyone climbed in EB's (with leather on the cotton uppers), and our pants came from Goodwill. Like everything, there are good changes and changes that are not so good.
It was just a real treat to hook up with some bud's from 25+ years ago, have some beautiful weather, and get out and touch some stone. It's not about the difficulty of the climb so much as it's the quality of the climbing partners. I'm not leading 10's anymore, and I take falls on 9's--and I don't really care because that's my style of climbing at this point in my life. Climbing for me these days is strictly for fun and not getting injured.
I have to deal with enough political BS at work, and that's where I like to leave it.