Climbing Video

[GerrySeavo]

Hey Y'all. My name is Gerry James. I am an outdoor adventure writer/photographer. I am working on a rock climbing assignment for Kentucky Tourism and I have been out here climbing/training for the past month. This Saturday myself and another videographer seek to climb/shoot with a group and then rally at Miguels in the evening. The video will be showcase the experience of climbing in the Red. Anyone down to join us?!

[Bryce Noonan]

im going down this saturday and sunday and have a group of friends that may be interested

[GerrySeavo]

Hey man email me at gerryseavo@gmail.com or text me at 270.995.9466

[dustonian]

I'm in if Kentucky Tourism can get approval for shooting it in Natural Bridge State Park.

[col10]

be warned. this dude is kind of sketchball/has no clue what hes doing according to some of friends that have climbed with him. no offense to him just sayin what i have been told more than once.

[pumpout2004]

Is this ad for guy on girl or guy on guy? No judgement, just curious.

[Bryce Noonan]

im interested still, you can text me 502-690-0696

[thermalfissions]

There was an ad running on local TV for a while about Kentucky tourism, had a clip about climbing, showed a guy clapping chalk while taking on some route in the gorge. I know that was filmed by kentucky tourism, it was professionally made. Any association between that and this?

[GerrySeavo]

be warned. this dude is kind of sketchball/has no clue what hes doing according to some of friends that have climbed with him. no offense to him just sayin what i have been told more than once.

I think you have me mistaken. I have only been climbing with the guide services and a few others. The purpose of me being down here is to show a POV perspective of learning to climb in the Red.

[clif]

Gerry-

Good luck. You should keep in mind that some people refer to individuals requiring assistance as 'Jerries'. Furthermore, Thomas Mann's 1927 novel 'The Magic Mountain' is prescient, he wrote:

Life flitted across the screen before their smarting eyes: life chopped into small sections, fleeting, accelerated; a restless, jerky fluctuation of appearing and disappearing, performed to a thin accompaniment of music, which set its actual tempo to the phantasmagoria of the past, and with the narrowest of means at its command, yet managed to evoke a whole gamut of pomp and solemnity, passion, abandon, and gurgling sensuality. It was a thrilling drama of love and death they saw silently reeled off,...