Our four-year old was invited to a 12 year-old cousin's birthday party.
It was at a place called "Rockville." It's a climbing wall in a very borderline part of town. I guess when you need a huge warehouse type place for cheap, that's where you find it.
The place was crawling with teenagers, some parents (surprisingly few), Zelda and I, and Neve.
I put a harness on, but I had NO INTENTION of getting off the ground. I am in awe of Jeff and Beth and Jason, and all climbers. But scared silly of heights. The pic of Beth on The El ... I can't even comprehend it.
So everyone was running around doing their thing, climbing, rappelling, belaying. I was surfing the skinet on my phone, looking at pics from FIS and others snagging turns at Stowe and Killington. Really wishing I was up on the Whiteface access road with Matt and Fuje.
I wandered over to this really low wall that had no setup for belay, and had a pad underneath. I grabbed on an sorta pulled myself up:
I gotta admit ... it was pretty cool. I was only a few feet off the ground.
Sneakers have to be ridiculous for climbing when they are brand new. And mine are hanging by a thread.
I went to the front desk and got some climbing shoes.
I asked about the easiest pitch, and went for it. Actually was only scared on the descent, as I had no idea about how to get down.
Basically I didn't look down, until my I got to the top of my third and final ascent. The modest height was intimidating, but I looked away, and was fine.
Awesome workout. It's easy to understand why climbers are so buff.
"I'm all about Clouding Out. I'm a teleskier now!" —tBatt