Back when I was in college, since my major was essentially a P.E. major, I had to take a certain number of electives that were fitness related. I took skiing, racquetball, "how to be an aerobics instructor" but my favorite by far was a rock climbing class I took. We learned the basics in the gym and then took a 2 day "field trip" at the end of the semester to some climbing spots in Ohio. I LOVED IT!! I loved the thrill of clinging to a vertical wall, I loved the climbing community, I just loved it!!! I remember putting climbing shoes at the top of my Christmas list that winter.. My parents probably thought it was a silly fad, and who knows.. maybe it was. Ohio definitely is not know for their recreation and climbing fell into that.
Anyway- last weekend is the first time I've climbed since my college love affair with it. It was John's first time ever! We had a group trip to beautiful Queen Creek where we set up the ropes. Carissa, quite the expert among us, helped us all get strapped in and stay safe! We both took 3 climbs and we ROCKED them!! That wall didn't know what hit it! Out in Queen Creek, I was climbing 5.7s and maybe even a 5.8 (I think that 5.12 is like cliff hanger moves- crazy hard!). I was pretty proud of myself until we went to a climbing gym with our friends Jim and Tiffany... The climbing gym really brought out my humility.
We of course brought Riley. He got a good dose of Arizona! We all took turns keeping an eye on him and he even had a good nap laying in a perfect little bed made up by John and mother nature.