“I’ve realized something painful. It’s not just the memorable summits and crux moves that are fleeting. Friends and climbing partners are fleeting, too. This is the painful reality of our sport, and I’m unsure what to make of it. Climbing is either a beautiful gift or a curse.”
Two folks that were born while I was either listening to Bleach (or hell, Mother’s Milk?) or mourning after In Utero died in the hills recently. “First avalanche death of the season” they wrote. Fuck.
It’s OCTFUCKINGTOBER folks. Just take a step back, inhale a huge fucking breath of that crisp fall air we get and think about Inge and Hayden before your pow blue balls get you into some mountain VD you can’t recover from.