Junk in my trunk

i've got junk

Last summer, I thought to myself that bouldering and sport climbing were the best things ever and i would never do trad. I figured the rack is pricey, the climbs are terrifying, and why would i do that if i can have fun in other ways. A few month ago, i promised my friend that i will learn how to trad climb, hoping that he would bail on teaching me and i will be off the hook.

Now, I did both things i didn't think i would do;i have a rack and I'm learning how to lead,and working on growing "a pair".

I've changed my mind about trad climbing completely, i get scared, i get psyched, i get fucking terrified, but at the end it's amazing and I'm super psyched to learn and to go placed i would not otherwise go.

The feeling of "oh my god, I'm going to die" followed by "why am I freaking out?" followed by "this shit won't fit", followed by "how can I shove it in there so it wont come out" .....etc and then finally topping out and bringing your partner up the route you were convinced was your last is super awesome.

For me,right now, trad climbing is a constant reminder not to get cocky, to learn how to stay cool while understanding the dangers and the fun, being patient and being open to learning.

My rack is sweet too. If you behave I might show it to you, and maybe you can even touch it.