My soul is SO happy. For the first time in... honestly 2 years... I was out rock climbing with my crew again.
I had been climbing at my absolute best ever back in the summer of 2005. I had just conquered this HUGE plataeu in my climbing career and was climbing harder than ever. I was projecting a climb or two at each crag, getting ready for some wicked cool leads and had just found out I was "a natural" at finger & hand & fist cracks so my friends said. I was loving the hard painful cranking powerhouse moves. It was a nice change from the sport face climbs I'd been doing every weekend 9 months a year for a few years prior to trying trad. I was at my BEST ever and looking forward to progressing rapidly. Everything was feeling more natural than it ever had.
One morning in Oct. 2005 - running for the bus - my toe caught an uneven sidewalk edge and I did a 6-foot baseball slide and sprained my left ankle so badly that it took multiple doctor visits to confirm that it was indeed not broken as it looked like, and I merely tore all the soft tissue in the ankle. I was in a boot until Feb. Then in March I went climbing one weekend (shouldn't have quite yet, but it had been my LIFE and I couldn't hold out any more after 6 months away) and was leading (dumb, I know) and fell and hit the ground from almost the 2nd bolt - worst place - and landed on my RIGHT foot. You could hear it 20 feet away I was told. I only thought bruised my heel. I got back up on the climb a couple more times, finshed out the day, hiked out over the mesa, etc. I finally went to the doc in July (after spraining 2 toes when I guy dropped me dancing) and he thought it was plantar fasciitis and told me to stay off it. Between my left and right foot injuries, at that point I'd been slowly hobbling/limping - not even walking fast - for a full year. I started seeing a chiropractor (I have slight scoliosis and many old "rowdy kid" injuries anyway) and found out it wasn't my right heel, but my sciatic nerve in my lower back which I'd crunched accordian style in the fall. One year of consistant chiropractor visits (1-3x a week) later, I'm normal again. VERY out of shape, but normal.
It was SO amazing being out again. I really couldn't climb for shite. The technical knowledge is there but my body seemed to have absolutely no clue what I was asking it to do. I couldn't remember a single move off of old climbs I was projecting and getting ready to lead. I was struggling and falling on these on top rope. I was almost in tears I was so frustrated at one point, at having forgotten so much of something that mean so much to me. But my loving supportive amazing crew - my family - was right there to remind me to look at it in perspective. I had been away from the sport for 2 years. It will take time.
All the same, nothing could ruin it, not even forgetting how to be a climber. Being out there in the Coulee again was so amazing. I took our new crew inductee, Neil, down through the 'dog filter' (check out Rusty in it in this old picture):

...a pathway between columns on the outside of the mesa and the inner rest of the mesa/earth, that drops you down to sunshine and other walls and 300+ climbs. Home.

As we dropped down out of the pillar tunnel and onto the path, a soft breeze was blowing with the scent of sagebrush and coulee dust. The silence of the desert was beautiful and immediately peaceful. Then as if all of that wasn't enough to make my heart soar, it almost stopped in my chest as we passed under Ride 'em Cowboy. There were a couple of climbers just starting out on the route around the left of the arete and as we passed beneath them I heard the soft click of the caribiner gate as it was clipped into a blot and released. My breath caught. I hadn't realized how much I missed that sound until that moment. A simple snap of a caribiner gate high on a wall fed my soul so full, so instantaneously. As I gazed up and around at the beauty of my long lost 'home' and heard the voices of climbers carried on the breeze, felt the warm bubble of heat that is always shining down on Sunshine Wall, and looked out across the sea of climbs and climbers doing what we all love, I felt like I'd returned home after years at sea. I knew that by the end of the night I'd have run into many, many more old friends and we'd all have hopped from campsite to campsite - everyone new becoming old friends by the end of the night under a sea of stars so thick you could almost reach out and touch the Milky Way. The memory of that moment was forever burned into my mind. I've never felt so at peace. Between that and being on the road with my dog and best friend/climbing partner I've not road tripped with since I last climbed, it was more than I could ask for. I'll never forget such a perfect beautiful return to the place, the sport, and the people I love so dearly.
I was able to get some great shots of the weekend with a friend's camera. As soon as they pass them along, I'll post them.





