March Forth!!!!!!
Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2003 6:09 pm
March 4th. Good day. Good date.
9 years ago on March 4th I got married. Gatlinburg. Peacocks. Old, new, borrowed, and blue.
2 years ago on March 4th I climbed at Dip wall with Steve and Jill. We bagged the FA of One Fist Two Fist Red Fist Blue Fist.
Yesterday, March 4th, the sky cleared and the temperatures soared... so I decided not to work. I called my friend Adam up at Cedar Ridge and he agreed he needed a day off too. It's quite nice to be basically your own boss some days. Nostalgic for the FA of OF2FRFBF, we set off for Dip wall. We only saw one other vehicle once we got through the tunnel. The gorge was ours! We walked the approach and I was once again endlessly amazed at where there once was no trail, there is now one that is well worn. Prior to John's 2nd guide in 98, many now popular crags had vague trails at best, and many had no trail at all. To see a well worn path to a place like Jewel pinnacle or Dip Wall shows that it is not just sport climbing that causes impact, and also shows the power a guidebook has on an area.
We got to the wall, climbed some easy trad routes and I walked around to try my hand at 1F2F, but the start seemed to be much harder than our rated 5.8+ now that my stomach is much rounder. Ah well, 5.8+ is that magical RRG number, so I guess it's right on!
Climbing is therapeutic for me. I don't climb well, but I feel well when I climb. It's a simple process. Ratings don't matter. Numbers don't matter (all bad climbers say this). Yesterday, for the first time in months, I got to do something I find intensely satisfying... and though of late I have been feeling quite down as of late... skulking along... trudging steps... I can now march forth.
9 years ago on March 4th I got married. Gatlinburg. Peacocks. Old, new, borrowed, and blue.
2 years ago on March 4th I climbed at Dip wall with Steve and Jill. We bagged the FA of One Fist Two Fist Red Fist Blue Fist.
Yesterday, March 4th, the sky cleared and the temperatures soared... so I decided not to work. I called my friend Adam up at Cedar Ridge and he agreed he needed a day off too. It's quite nice to be basically your own boss some days. Nostalgic for the FA of OF2FRFBF, we set off for Dip wall. We only saw one other vehicle once we got through the tunnel. The gorge was ours! We walked the approach and I was once again endlessly amazed at where there once was no trail, there is now one that is well worn. Prior to John's 2nd guide in 98, many now popular crags had vague trails at best, and many had no trail at all. To see a well worn path to a place like Jewel pinnacle or Dip Wall shows that it is not just sport climbing that causes impact, and also shows the power a guidebook has on an area.
We got to the wall, climbed some easy trad routes and I walked around to try my hand at 1F2F, but the start seemed to be much harder than our rated 5.8+ now that my stomach is much rounder. Ah well, 5.8+ is that magical RRG number, so I guess it's right on!
Climbing is therapeutic for me. I don't climb well, but I feel well when I climb. It's a simple process. Ratings don't matter. Numbers don't matter (all bad climbers say this). Yesterday, for the first time in months, I got to do something I find intensely satisfying... and though of late I have been feeling quite down as of late... skulking along... trudging steps... I can now march forth.
