Does there come a time when you need to let go of a climb you love, and commit yourself to the idea of not repeating it anymore.
If you only get 15 or so days in the Valley each year, is it wrong.
Sixth time, seventh time up the route - wrong?
You promised yourself you'd finally do the E Butt of LCR this time. You fell asleep thinking about the Fissure Beck. And then suddenly, it is dawn and you are leading up p1 of Serenity.
How did this happen.
Whole formations you've never climbed on, and yet you go back. What about Lost Brother? What about Quarter Dome? Watkins Pinnacles? What about those multi-pitch lines over in Sentinel Creek? The Joker, The Thief, that stuff up by Bridalveil? That .10c on Fifi Buttress? That entire ziplock full of obscure topos that ablegabel sent you a few years ago? You told yourself you'd check out that Skywalk approach to Snake Dike, that sounded amazing. You went to Little Wing once and swore you'd go back. You wrote down notes on Fireside Bluff. And yet it's early morning and you're on the Serenity-Sons linkup again?
Wake up, man, wake up.
Remember that Obscurity Scale that Hartouni was talking about. You were into that idea once, you had vision once. You wanted to explore, bushwhack through endless layers of bay leaves, pull down on hummocks, repeat all Barry Bates 5.10s, all Chuck Pratt 5.9s, climb that Elliot Robinson route up right of the Porcelain Wall... You used to spend hours zooming in and out on X-Rez, and now? Motherf*#king Sunset Ledge again.
When you get home and your wife asks, you avert your eyes, you kick at the floor, "No, I can't say whether the route finding on the upper pitches of the East Butt of LCR was cryptic..." She takes a deep breath. "You didn't..." Snaps fingers. "le_bruce, look at me god damn you... You didn't go back to her did you?"
Is it wrong?