First time for everything:
Rockmaster climbing below the Rose Blanche Lighthouse
Well it’s happening, www.bouldering.ca is up and I’m excited to see where it is going to go. A couple months ago I went on a climbing trip to Newfoundland with Todd Foster and he tossed an idea out, asking if I wanted to be a contributor to bouldering.ca. I laughed at the idea for a couple of reasons. English is definitely not my strong point… Do I have something to say that the climbing community in Nova Scotia and across the country would want to read and/or enjoy? Do I even have a writing style; serious, comedic, informative, who knows, I’ve never done anything like this before. But I do know that I have a true passion for climbing and I hope in time as bouldering.ca grows I will be able to convey that through my contributions.
I’ve been climbing for almost ten years, over this time I have done a bit of traveling; Hueco Tanks Texas, Bishop California, and Acadia National Park Maine, to name a few. I’ve been through the classic ups and downs of climbing. The time off because of injuries or when life is just too crazy hectic. But I keep coming back. And I sometimes ask myself why… Am I a glutton for pain and punishment?? Possibly… Are my feet so ugly that I feel the need to punish them by squeezing into shoes that are two sizes too small?? Not likely… Maybe it’s knowing that if you fail it is your fault. Not your team mate who didn’t make that pass, or score that goal. Or is it the satisfaction derived from knowing YOU just accomplished something, something that challenged you in a way that nothing in your “normal” routine of life every will. Maybe it’s the camaraderie found in our weird and twisted social group we call the climbing community. For what ever reason I find over time if I don’t get some sort of climbing at the gym or out side I act like a heroine addict looking for a fix. Irritable, nervous ticks, waking up in a cold sweat wishing I was on the last move of some problem.
