So…a little background: before the kids came along I was really getting into climbing. My friend David and I were climbing at Crux, the local indoor gym, once or twice a week. I got to the point where I was leading on overhead routes. Then…life. And I had to take a long break.
Well, the break is over. I’ve been bitten by the climbing bug again, and it’s bad.
On a whim, I took the kids to Bishop’s Peak to do a little bouldering on the sweet granite blocks at the base of the peak. It’s the first time I’ve taken the kids specifically to go climbing outside.
It was incredible.
The smell of granite and earth is intoxicating!
It felt SO good to grip the cool rock again, to stretch my muscles and my mind as I tried to solve some tricky little problems.
And it was simultaneously disheartening to feel how weak I was—my grip was puny! And by the end I couldn’t straighten my fingers…a sure sign that I haven’t done REAL rock in too way long. Kaia and Logan, on the other hand, had no trouble whatsoever. Wheresoever they wanted to go, and howsoever they wanted to get there, they simply went. I was amazed at their grace and skill.
We’ll be doing this a LOT more often. I’m already envisioning trips to Joshua Tree and Fontainebleau.