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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?!

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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?

col10 wrote: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.

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,...