I was thinking, I’m 18 hours into an enduring 24 hour drive from Squamish, BC to Boulder, CO and beyond. I don’t even remember how many times I’ve made this trek – either from one end of Canada or the other – to run in the mountains like an idiot, climb rocks and explore, going on 12 years straight, at least. And still, at 30 years old, the long yellow line calls to me during the night. I love driving long distances in the name of climbing trips. I’m pretty sure this part of me will never change, it’s the way I’ve always been, longing to experience another place I haven’t yet. I travel to climb, sure, I always will, but equally so, I travel for travel’s sake, the great event for me is to keep moving.
I don’t have much cash right now, I have a van I bought for a $1000.00 bucks off a tow truck driver, it’s full of rope, a rack, and 3 pairs of sticky rubber boots. The Good, is that I’m on the road again, the rig is packed with all I need and nothing I don’t, the rock ahead is warm and dry, it’s simple. The Bad, is that I’m leaving behind my home, including the place, and the woman, I love more than anything else in the world, (even though she’s flying out to see me in 5 days, it doesn’t make it any easier) and The Ugly, is the coffee they serve at these rusty truck stops across Wyoming. Yikes! But nothing remains the same, soon I’ll be driving through beautiful Vedauwoo and Fort Collins and up to Estes Park to harass Kelly Cordes for a cold margarita, a couch to crash on and a guide book to sift through.
If you dream to climb (like many of us do), and the season is closing in your neighborhood, my advice (stolen from fiveten) is to quit your job, and just go. Or at the very least, beg your crazy boss for a leave of absence. Can’t work your life away you know. A wise man once said, you can always make money later in life (if that’s what you truly desire). But I think I know you, and you want the same as I want, more than money, and stuff, we want to feel free and alive. Freedom to roam, freedom to play, freedom to choose. And once I finish this stale cup of 2 dollar java, I’m going out to the gas pumps and I’ll put 35 bucks of guiding wages into the precious vessel which will carry me there. Anywhere. And that’s the freest place I can think of.