So who’s bright idea was this anyway?
First, take 200 capricious climbers from around the nation, bring them together at a picturesque Ranch in Arkansas. Second, pump them up on good music, great food, quality shwag and ice cold energy drinks. And Third, tie them together in groups of two by a 50 meter cord and send them off into the green forest for 24 hours of non stop rock climbing debauchery. It seems like a good idea at the start (but so does parenthood I suppose) but then, doubt settles into these twisted, fragile minds of ours and for an hour between 4 and 5 AM we start to drift over the edge of sanity, we second guess our purpose on this goat infested land, the competence of the partner we chose, what we’re doing with our lives and for peet’s sake – WHO THE HELL is Andy Chasteen?
But somewhere in the darkness, the gambler he broke even, and as you clip the chains and lower to the ground, the shot gun blasts into the early morning sky and you realize something very important. Despite your bleeding finger tips, your throbbing elbows, your toight ass hip flexors and your swollen feet, there was something beautiful in all of this, and you smile not knowing exactly what it is or what it was, but you smile anyway – because you (along with your safe and competent climbing partner) know for some very unspeakable reason, that just like parenthood, it was all worth it in the end.
A replica of what I look and feel like today.
My most SINCERE thanks to the many people of 24 HHH who helped put this event together. It was very well organized, incredible climbing, breathtaking scenery, and without question the most fun I’ve EVER had while slowly continuing to hurt myself. Thank you. And thanks again to the generous owners of the Horseshoe Canyon Rock Ranch who allow such a nauseating challenge to partake. I can only hope we all made an effort to keep it clean. Congrats to the all the winners of every category, to the ‘Slopey Seconds’ for having the best team name, to Adam Shoulderdick for belaying me on my third and final redpoint attempt on the Prophet (even though I fell off) you are truly a brother, to the Wig for getting me stoked on climbing and hard liquor again, to Furry Murry for the laughs and fashion advice, to Lucas Marshall for the inspiring pics, and to Danny for being our backbone when we couldn’t stand, and of course (last but not always least) to Andy Chasteen for the pep talks and the worst case of road rash I’ve ever had – on my palms no less. Thanks again and looking forward to seeing the whole 200 or so of ya’ll next season I hope.
Here’s an early morning picture over the canyon from Lucas Marshall.com