Life is sweet. I’ll have many a folk argue me on that point, and sure life can be sour, bitter or just pure tasteless at times, but right here and right now, life is as sweet as honey. Today, I woke up and peeked my head out of my tiny home to see bluebird skies. It being a rest day, we hung out at Lago Linda’s all day, soaking up the mid-November rays. At the moment, I’m sitting by the fire having just enjoyed some fire roasted stuffed bell peppers for dinner. Nothin’ but smiles!
Having been here for over a month now, I have settled into a simple, relaxed routine. The forefront matters in my mind have been where to climb, what to climb, what to eat, and when to drag myself into town to restock up on the ol’ food and wine storage. Yet lurking in the back of my mind are the responsibilities and duties from my life back home that will never quite evaporate into thin air. But here, where the air is clear, great people and good vibes create an awesome atmosphere for climbing.
Lately, the troops have been heading up to the Motherlode for some punishing forearms pumpage. Both Nick and our friend Todd made fantastic ascents of Convicted (5.13a) at the Undertow Wall, while Zak and I both sent BOHICA (5.13b) in the Madness Cave. Every day I see some amazing feats of strength and effort that inspire me to try harder than ever. Watching Kevin Wilkinson put in an honest to god ‘dig deep’ effort for the last move on Pushin’ Up Daisies (5.13c) to make the send made me never want to give up ever again.
Yet, even though the psych remains high, I can feel that my body is sending me signs telling me that it is tired. Yesterday as I was warming up to get back on Flour Power (5.13b) in the Madness Cave, I pulled on a crimp and could feel the tendons in my right hand cringing. I instantly took and lowered down, and became worried when it hurt to close my hand. Minutes later, my right shoulder was feeling some worrying shooting pains. I instantly became discouraged and decided to call it a day in hopes that two more days of rest would reset my body.
Tomorrow we are headed to Purgatory, a crag that boasts a classic 13b called Paradise Lost that I’m eager to try and the famous Lucifer (5.14c) that I’m eager to stare at in wonder. The shoulder feels good today and I’ve promised my tendons that if they’re good to me for two more weeks I’ll give them a decent rest back in the motherland.
Peace for now. Enjoy the photos and I hope there is some great psych wherever you reside. If not, create some!