Who needs money when you can trade it for gear?
Photo by Sarah Jane Alexander
"Are you a real rock climber?" one of them asked.
I replied with a question I had asked myself many times. "What's a real rock climber?"
I could see them thinking hard, but perhaps my philosophizing was a bit deep. So I gave a suggestion. "Is it someone who climbs on real rocks outside?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, yeah, then I'm a real rock climber."
My answer was oversimplified for the little guys. I didn’t know how to make them understand that a deeper feeling makes me a real climber: I cannot separate my soul from the rocks.
I am addicted, obsessed, tormented and thrilled.
My mind swirls with climbing riddles all day and even in my dreams.
I spend a vast amount of time pondering such questions as:
- How can I improve?
- Where will climbing be good this time of year?
- How do I become a ropegun?
- Is any badass gear on sale?
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