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Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Many, (many) years ago, I went rock climbing outdoors for the first time. Mt. St. Helena was the place, and I remember being in awe of the climbers I just met, just setting up top ropes.
I went back there Sunday, the first time since that first outing. Sometime during the day, I thought of myself, that girl in 2008 first discovering rock climbing. It seemed so adventurous and impossible!
I didn't realize what a big part of my life climbing has become, until I revisited this place. To compare and contrast me before and now, I see I have a lot to be grateful to climbing for.
Like the places you'll go. Weekend Yosemite and Tahoe trips became a regular thing. I've climbed around many places now, from Utah to Spain!
How it challenges you. I never shared about the times I've cried or freaked out, and all the times I "quit" climbing out of frustration. ( I like to think i'm getting stronger though)
And... The people you meet. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
So climbing. How I love thee. And Mt. St. Helena, you hold a special spot!