My brother has shared this band with me, and this song/video is easily embedded in my head.Watch it, then play it on repeat while you read this blog.
There is no skin on my hands; I have two holes on the finger tips of my left hand; two sprained ankles, which I tweak almost on a daily basis; two possible pulley injuries in each ring finger; tendon issues in my left forearm and both elbows. This is what a month of bouldering does. By now I'm ready to rope up again. I've done a few v5s again this season, but failed in my attempt to go beyond that. I've been in a climbing plateau for a year now. Let get out of it, shall we?
With a sting of nice weather bound for Kentucky, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to head that way soon. It has been a warm winter in the Southeast, and a poor season for bouldering. Too bad, but I'm still psyched on it, just not the fact that I deck so much and inevitably fuck up my ankle in the process.
Anyways. It's strange hearing people discuss climbing ethics, and better yet, talk about the supposed ethics that they themselves uphold. Because it seems that no one has a firm grasp on what should be considered ethical. All I've been able to conclude is that ethics in climbing are less about the climbing and more about the land that it takes to get to the climbing and the impact on the rock. Shit, there's already an ethic that pretty much blankets everything from chopping down trees below routes, placing bolts in the wall, and what-have-you: "Leave not trace."
Curious.
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