I’ve been home in Canmore now for a week and it has not stopped raining, until today. Yesterday it even snowed, now that’s a bitch ain’t it? It’s nearly the end of June and we got that fluffy white stuff haunting our limestone dreams. All I can see when I close my eyes is seeping pockets at Accephale and wet cold cracks up on Yam. Which is all fine and dandy for those of you who love a little bit of suck now and again, you know the ones, I think they are called alpinists or something. They just love those wet cracks, frost covered slabs and the thoughts that maybe, just maybe an avalanche could graze their path. Uh-un, not me, I want bullet hard rock, dry, sunny temps, a beefy sandwich in my pack and cold beers waiting in the river. I want to feel the climbing, the moves, the breath and that nasty pump that just won’t go away. I want to be back at the car by dark and a have a glass of wine when I get home.
So, during this week of blah, I picked up a paint brush and been helping my friend with a painting job he’s got a deadline for. I can say this, bad weather certainly forces us to look at our lives with a different perspective. For example, I realized that I have no money (again) and a little side job is not going to hurt the bank account, but maybe 5 days in a row up at Greasy Lakes will.
So, to all those stuck in bad weather right now, don’t be afraid to try, at least try, to be productive. I’ll let you know how it works out for me. And on the brighter side of things, they say we are over the hump, sunny days ahead and the good life shall begin all over again. I declare today the official start of summer in the bow valley. So sharper your drill bits, buy some extra chalk and take a close look at your ropes for core shots – It’s okay to let your friends drive shit can cars, but it’s not okay to let them go first and jug 1000 feet up your fixed but nearly severed static line. Geoff knows what I’m talking about. Play safe.