Bruce Willey's 6th Blog - The Eastside Lowdown: Front Country Cragging under the shadow of the High Sierra Crest
To be frank, I thought about starting this story with an epic. Some hanging on the thin edge thing: frozen fingers grasping for a nub, a hair-raiser of a lightning storm scrubbing the inside of your helmet, being skinned alive by a fall on run-out slab. It sells magazines and stokes campfires, not to mention touches the void that is ego.But I’m happy to report that climbing is more fun when you manage to avoid these stories in the first place. When fear is replaced by experience (see above), or when you find heightened conviction with vigorous hands and feet and the common assurance of such things as a rope attached to a good, maybe even loving partner.