First weekend out climbing this season.

Boulder Canyon, Co.
Last Sunday Pat and I met friends up the canyon to climb. ONe part of me was not looking forward to going, due to the lack of shape I am in! The other part of me decided that maybe this would be the motivation I needed to get back into it.
I wished I would have put my hand in the air and said "LOOK, NO HANDS", but it was too late when I thought of it! Pat is "cleaning" the route and is off of the rope that is in my hand, so I could safely grab the camera and take a pic! I am pulling up this climb in the hardest way! The intensity of the sun is ten times stronger than it would be on the ground. The reflection off of the rock was sucking my energy...oh no, it is because I am out of shape!
This is the view from the first area we were climbing. It was quiet and beautiful until we hiked down 50 feet and we could hear the noise from the highway down below. You could never tell by this pic that the road was right there!

It ended up being sooo refreshing for both Pat and I to get out in the mountains. More and more of me thinks that it these mountains are embedded in my soul. Ironic that I was CONCEIVED in the Grand Tetons, eh! The both of us have been uplifted throughout this week with a sigh of relief through the contentment of nature. It is hard to explain, but I am sure we all have a certain something or a few things that give us this feeling of completion and balance.

I guess you could say that the addiction is back in full action!