I’m writing because I’ve been pretty unsure about what to do with my climbing dreams lately.
I got into the sport about 7 months ago and I have been living (work at Mountain Equipment Co-op which in Canada is identical to REI) breathing (so much chalk) and sweating (steep learning curves in the gym) climbing almost every day since.
Climbing grabbed me in a way that is totally unlike anything that I’ve ever tried. After 3 months of bouldering and another 3 months of top roping in the gym I took my lead test and 5 days later competed in a “Climbathon” which was an enduro/suffer fest (in a local gym) on my part but super fun nonetheless.
Now all I want to do is go climb in Squamish or Yosemite for the rest of the summer. I’m not in debt, I would just need to give my landlord 2 months notice and there is nothing really tying me down at the moment.
I’m afraid that if I do take off I won’t be a super good member of a local crag what with not having my own rope (although easily procured). I have shoes, a harness, a belay device, and a chalk bag, and a lot of determination to get good at something I love and enjoy it as much as possible.
I want to do some big walls, I want to camp out all night and climb all day, I want to feel free (whether that’s touring on two wheels or climbing up steep walls). I’ve always dreamed that my life would be an adventure and that in some way I would help people while I do it. This is the time and place where I feel it can happen.
I’m super terrified.
I’m pretty psyched that I found climbing (or it found me, which is a longer story of random events and good resonance with the Universe).
How did you do it when you decided to leave a life of academia behind and start climbing for the love of it?
Thanks and it would be great to hear from you!
It sounds like nothing is in the way: why not go climbing all summer?