Sometimes the universe seems to conspire against you. My best efforts to have meaningful (or any) progress climbing this spring and summer have been consistently shat upon by the cosmos. After six months of setbacks, I was hardly surprised when my wife/climbing partner hurt her wrist a week before our planned road trip. Accepting that my climbing agenda had been set adrift on the cosmic tides, I simply threw my hands up and decided that I was along for the ride. No Sierra granite for us. Time to find a Plan B.
Having taken a fatalistic approach to this chunk of time off, I looked for signs. Diane was keen to get into the backcountry, but I am loathe to carry a pack without the carrot of climbing something. Humping loads from point A to point B to point C is personally unappealing. Could we find common ground? I asked the universe. Read More …