The past few months have been not so much bouldering, but more so working-moving-hot weathering. Though Victoria and I have been out to Lolo and Lost Horse a couple of times, even a Leavenworth trip, we haven't been actively pursuing climbing, as much it pains me to write.
I've been fortunate in the past 4 or so years by avoiding any climbing related injury, sans an almost severed finger via my favorite rusty, dull hatchet while at Lost Horse. But unfortunate also by not really taking a step back and evaluating all the time dedicated to training and climbing. I could be described as an addict, once I try something I enjoy, almost always I will be seeking it out whenever I can. You can thank me later American Spirit and Blackfoot Brewery. So my addiction to bouldering has almost come full circle to my possible intervention? I will always strive for physical fitness when it comes to bouldering, but perhaps in the future I won't always project at my limit. V0-V4 days are fun, I think, and I plan on scheduling them in more.
Props to Joe Schmechel for being a choss master. Sincerely jealous of your grandiose Glacier excursions.
Sam Johnson, please contribute to society AND KIRSTEN by getting a job.
In late June I took a job being sort of an apprentice painter. I've always been fond of blue collar workers, because blue collar folks work hard, but maybe more importantly play harder. The mindset of someone like Bob(my yoda painter teacher extraordinaire) is certainly mind-boggling. 5 DUI's, prison time, ultra-conservative borderline tea partier would perfectly describe him, but being taught by someone you normally wouldn't consider "good folk" is humbling and eye opening.
So tonight, I raise my 16oz of lukewarm Rainier to bouldering, blue collars and my lovely girlfriend who has to put up with all of this.