Trip Report
Where Does Time Go?

by MH2
Sunday November 26, 2017 8:08am
I was coming down the gully. Movement caught my eye. My foot had kicked sand against a stone and the sand was trickling down a groove, then falling free in a thin stream to a tiny dome building up from below.

I could see time passing. It went by steady, unhurried, and smooth. Inside me, time took a different direction and I went along with it.


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A couple of Americans from Austin were at the base as we arrived.


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They generously offered us another blue and gold cam, which we thankfully accepted.





The day before, we had met another guy from Austin.


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With him it went like this:



“I was born in Austin.”


“Oh? What was it like back then?”


“I remember a sandbox.”


“Grey sand?”


“Yeah.”


“I know that sandbox.”



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Footprints on the sands of time

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother (or sister),
Seeing, shall take heart again.


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No footprints


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Time versus color


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It was a great week at Red Rocks.


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It was René Clair in its happy lyrical absurdity

…one could believe that this was the life one was born to live, breaking through life as one had been made to live it, breaking through anxiety and irritation and financial depression and a lust which had gone on too long, these voices in the air, this chase of a lottery ticket among the flying opera hats, this tuneful miniature love behind cardboard scenery: nothing was really serious, nothing lasted, you didn’t have to think about tomorrow’s food or tomorrow’s girl; you stuck up your leg in derision sewing pants on the pavement, you fell asleep among the flowers with your black kettle, you touched hands and felt good and didn’t care…



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(photo by woman from Austin)









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Comments
Ghost

climber
A long way from where I started
  Nov 26, 2017 - 08:15am PT
From the sand boxes of our infancy to the sandstone castles of Red Rocks. A journey through time...
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
  Nov 26, 2017 - 08:25am PT
And in time those sand castles will be gently blowing in the wind.
SteveW

Trad climber
The state of confusion
  Nov 26, 2017 - 08:39am PT

"Who Knows Where the Time Goes" . . .

(Sandy Denny). . .
yanqui

climber
Balcarce, Argentina
  Nov 26, 2017 - 10:24am PT
Cool, MH2. They dressed me up like that to play in the sandbox too, when I was a kid.
WBraun

climber
  Nov 26, 2017 - 10:46am PT
Time has NOT gone anywhere.

It is eternally the master .....
MH2

Boulder climber
Andy Cairns
Author's Reply  Nov 26, 2017 - 11:27am PT
It[time] is eternally the master .....


I wouldn't know what to do without it.
Larry Nelson

Social climber
  Nov 26, 2017 - 12:20pm PT
What would we value if we could live forever?
Thanks for your thoughts and images.
phylp

Trad climber
Upland, CA
  Nov 26, 2017 - 03:42pm PT
Thank you for sharing your journey. The weather was so good this past week!
wilbeer

Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
  Nov 26, 2017 - 05:44pm PT
It goes away......



Nice.
NutAgain!

Trad climber
https://nutagain.org
  Nov 27, 2017 - 03:30pm PT
The skin gets more wrinkly but it's nice to see the child-like smile endure!
Mungeclimber

Trad climber
Nothing creative to say
  Nov 27, 2017 - 03:34pm PT
Time machine appears to be in working order.
Keep it lubed up every 5,000 miles and you'll keep the resale value up on it. :)
MH2

Boulder climber
Andy Cairns
Author's Reply  Nov 27, 2017 - 03:38pm PT
True, NutAgain!

And a childhood tendency to find fun in knocking heads also endures.
nah000

climber
now/here
  Nov 28, 2017 - 10:03pm PT
sweetness... another enjoyably [poetically] asymmetric contribution to these parts... thanks MH2!
Fritz

Social climber
Choss Creek, ID
  Nov 28, 2017 - 10:32pm PT
You have far more art in your left knuckle than I have in my left hand.
steveA

Trad climber
Wolfeboro, NH
  Nov 29, 2017 - 07:43am PT
MH2

That was a really great TR. Quite artistically done. I might add that the photo of the woman climbing was really stunning- in many ways!
micronut

Trad climber
Fresno/Clovis, ca
  Nov 30, 2017 - 11:38am PT
Beautiful. Time in a bottle. Jim Croce would be proud.


Scott
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
  Dec 3, 2017 - 09:39pm PT
If you fall who will catch you?
Time after time--

A simple sketch is sometimes more revealing than a full-sized oil with a gaudy frame.
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