Well, our departure day is seriously beginning to close in on us. We came we tried and we have gotten way stronger. Yesterday marked our official 2 week point. In the last 14 days we have climbed for 8 and it has been GLORIOUS. Yesterday was an exciting day, there was a parade and marching band in the park across the street, thousands of people came out to make some noise and blow some bag pipes. Then, a poor punk kid and his friends scrambled on top of a boulder (which seemed like a good idea at the time) but then couldn’t get down. Two of them eventually managed to get talked down, but the third one made a stand. He was not about to budge. His friends heckled for a while and called the Fire Dept. They came out, (5 or 6 of them) they slipped around in rubber boots and decided they get paid overtime if this takes them over 6pm. They called the Police, six of them showed up, then they called the Mountain Rescue Team, the mountain rescue showed up and called the Coast Guard. Now let’s think about this shall we? How many people does it take to talk a 14 year old boy to climb back down the very same way he climbed up? Then came in the Chopper. These boys had steele cables and were dressed for war. In the end, Cory and myself as well as a very friendly local climber named Peter (I think) climbed up, put a harness on him and top roped him back down to the safety and laughs of his good mates. Although they were nice about it and all, I still hate cops. No offence to anyone, I just don’t like uniforms and/or authority figures.
We leave in four days, the forcast looks good for the next three. But Wed is heavy rain. Our bodies are tired, we’ve tried hard over the last two weeks and our arms need rest. If we rest, we only have one day to redpoint. If we don’t rest, we will probably have two very weak and pathetic attempts. What’s an obssessed climber to do? What I would love, is to go home for a week, chill with my girlfriend and then come back again for the send. But, we are here now, tired or not, I think we are going to try, warrior style. The question is, if we don’t make it, do we go home on the day we said we would, hold our head up high that we managed to have a successful trip regardless of claiming clean ascents, or do we risk more and stay an extra week just in case there is a glimmer of hope that we can actually scale these walls? The truth is, I am getting tired, I am missing my bed, I am missing my girlfriend, and Cory and I have watched every single episode of Scrubs, – but damn the climbing is so freakin good and I am so freakin close. What is a guy to do? Torn. I hear the English boys are up here today, we’re going out to watch the action, maybe get inspired and lace up our boots. I’m also inspired by Lydia’s new yoga workshop in Canmore. She and her friend Sarah offered a hugely successful MYSORE style program at the Lounge. I wish I could have been there. Even though I am here trying to climb a hard route (FOR ME ANYWAY) I can’t help but wonder where my time is best spent. I love to travel, I love to climb, but there is no place like home.