Middling week
Got another route up this afternoon, a fine little dogleg of a problem. Caught up with a few of my climbing buddies, and more plans were discussed about getting outside, at least locally. We're women in our 3o's, 40's and 50's, mostly, with stuff anchoring us to outside work, home and hearth, but we daydream about getting out on the walls and cliffs, and getting in a bit of hiking to reach them.
The weather's breaking fair, maybe that will lift the dread and gloom.
The weather's breaking fair, maybe that will lift the dread and gloom.
posted by isabelita at 6:02 PM
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Nothin like a little boulderin' to clear the cobwebs.
Blog on sister, blog on.
Geez. You daydream about getting out on the walls and cliffs, and I dream that I never get near one. I have an intermittent case of vertigo. Don't think that would work too well for a climber...
neil - Strange but true: I know several climbers who claim to have issiues with heights. They seem to do battle with the fears, because they love the sport. You're safe on a rope, really, if everything's set up properly; it's climbing without one, as in soloing, or bouldering, or scrambling, where you get into trouble more often.
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