*Photos in this post are taken from my trip to Warsaw, Poland.
It feels like forever since I’ve climbed. Since Potrero Chico in January. As I scroll through my photos and read all these climbing posts and like all these epic Instagram climbing photos I think “I can’t wait to clip it.”
For me that’s the ultimate moment in climbing. The clip. Your left leg is flagging while your right foot is balanced most precariously on a tiny crystal. Your left hand crimping hard on a microcrimp and then you realize you should have grabbed the microcrimp with your right hand and now you’re screwed so you try to cross clip with the right hand all the while trying not to pop off the wall.
This is the moment. You slowly start to pull up the rope. It’s short. You yell “clipping!” The timing is off and your belayer is trying to feed the rope, while you’re pulling and it’s snagging. You’re starting to pump out. “CLIPPING!” Don’t think about how far that last bolt is.
“I’m sorry!!!!!! ”
Sigh. This is my favourite. This push. To hold on when everything seems to be going against your favor. There’s a 95% chance you’re going to fall, and somehow you manage to mentally and physically push yourself through extraordinary means to stay on that wall.
There is no other passion of mine that gives me greater fulfillment than climbing. Yes, I love to paddle, do pottery, paint, act and play in the bush, but only climbing pushes my limits mentally and physically.
Through sport climbing I have been able to experience such great failures and overcome the same failures. It’s incredible. It’s indescribable. That feeling to work on something over and over again and fall. Sometimes falling many times. Sometimes in the same spot.
Then that one time you get a little bit of a better hold or get half an inch closer to the next bolt, it suddenly becomes all worth it.
To clip that last clip. Even to clip just the next clip. It’s the greatest release of endorphins ever.
This season I’m going to clip it. Clip it good.
I realized lately that I have been semi present in the online world of things but it’s because I’ve been busy. Arting.
The community of Wood Buffalo never ceases to amaze me. More often known as Canada’s Oil Sands Capital, Fort Mcmurray is often overlooked as a place of creativity, art and community. I am going to show you throughout my blog posts another side of this world you never would have guessed existed.