I got out Saturday and climbed Long John Wall in Eldorado Canyon State Park.
"Back in the day," I used to climb anywhere from two to six days a week. But after a shoulder injury (ultimate frisbee, not rock climbing) in 2006, I hadn't been on the rock much. I knew I had been missing it, but not making the time.
And wow. It doesn't hurt that I was climbing with a really close friend. Or that it was gorgeous Fall weather in a place with special meaning to me. Being back on multi-pitch, traditional rock was like being home again. I spent too long away, but it's still a part of me.
