One of the girls I have been cycling with is an avid climber. She took me to a bouldering spot last week. The place was fantastic – sufficient padding for falls, sufficient comfy seating for in between falls, lots of routes at varying levels of difficulty, camaraderie amongst the climbers to both challenge and encourage you, and a group of truly inspirational climbers to observe in awe. My bouldering skills were not so fantastic. It has probably been 4 years or longer since I have even put my climbing shoes on, so my technique was average. I am several (5-10) kilograms heavier than what I was when I used to climb and probably also weaker than I was, so my strength was non-existent. Add both of those to the fact that all of the walls in this place were inverted. I didn’t spend much time on the wall but I truly enjoyed the few hours I spent there. Will I go back? Absolutely. After some training.
Photos and ramblings of an American expatriate living in Melbourne, Auckland, Seattle, and Auckland again. “Things may happen and often do to people as brainy and footsy as you” ― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go!