Well, I suppose I owe this to everyone who has been following this trip thus far. This trip of epic proportions. To everyone who has sent me an encouraging email, a positive comment and/or a phat cheque, I owe it to you too. To my heroes Mr. Croft and Mr.Richards, my loving family, my beautiful girlfriend and all my best freinds around the world. To all them Canadians back over the pond, to the guy who made my balck coffee this morning and to the girl at the crag who waved to me on the summit from her boyfriends car window.
After 4 and a half HOT and sunny weeks, 14 enduring days, 24 fifty foot falls, 47 snickers bars, and 113 emails to Lydia, I finally made the second ascent of Rhapsody, yes the original Rhapsody, the same climb Dumby Dave did back in 2006 documented in that historic video called E11.
I wish I could say more at this time, but I am far too drunk to type. Anything I say will sound dumber than I intend, sort of like when you get tipsy and write your ‘ex’ to tell them how you really feel and then only make things worse. So, I think I will sit back, relax and watch another episode of South Park with my mates and eat some dark chocolate. All I can say right now is that I am glad it’s over, I can’t thank you all enough for kicking me in the ass and making me stay, I sent the climb on my second try, first day back since changing our flights. Could it get any closer? It was cloudy and windy today, the sort of conditions that make for a shitty family picnic, but not a single midge in sight, ideal sending temps, the tiny crimps felt like, well, tiny crimps, but somehow I stayed on. I nearly fell from the top, my foot slipped, then my hand, Cory yelled, it was desperate, but then I fell into a place of power that I have not been to for a while, I squeezed tighter and knew it was over, a truck could not have pulled me off. On top, I stood on cloud nine. I still am. Cloud ten maybe even, if there is such a thing.
Talk soon and best wishes.