It’s a rainy day. No better place to be on a rainy day than at the climbing gym bumping elbows with some climbing buddies. It’s great to have a place to be for the climbing atmosphere even though I can’t climb right now. Climbing is as much a social endeavor as it is a physical and mental one. The relationships forged here are some of the strongest on Earth. The camaraderie amongst climbers is amazing. Having been in the military, I can honestly say that I have not found this type of camaraderie in very many civilian communities, and climbers literally hold each others’ lives in their hands with that rope and gear. That takes a lot of discipline and trust. I’m so glad I have climbing in my life and so incredibly grateful to my psychiatrist for making it a major part of my treatment for PTSD!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 