I don’t think of myself as a bad ass.
That’s a strange sentence to write, I know. Before I was a climber, I saw people bouldering on the wall at my college gym and I thought to myself damn, those people are so bad ass. I didn’t like who I was then, I wanted to be more like them.
Flash forward a few years, post counseling, and in the midst of a lot of self-discovery I decided to sign up for a mountaineering course. I remember topping out my first alpine climb and thinking “Wow, this is what life can feel like. I am so bad ass.” The following 4 years I chased climbing all around the world and what I have found is that the longer I climb the less bad ass I feel. I interact with so many people whose climbing resumes make my meager accomplishments look like nothing. It doesn’t make me feel bad about myself or any less proud of what I have accomplished, but it is grounding. I have learned to think of myself as a motivated, generally content, adventurer.
All that to say, it’s been a long time since I have climbed something that I think is truly bad ass. But standing on the summit of South Howser after climbing the Beckey-Chouinard with @kt_roams
I couldn’t help but feel so incredibly proud of what we had just done.
From watching people pull on plastic holds wishing I could be more like them to leading 5.10+ trad 11 pitches up in the alpine, while wearing a backpack at 11,000 ft, teamed up with an incredible partner and friend.
I am so grateful for climbing and all that it has taught me. 📷:@kt_roams