Soloing stems in some part from wanting to engage with a beautiful place in a challenging way. Nothing inspires me more than big sheets of blank rock. Perfection.
Soloing stems in some part from wanting to engage with a beautiful place in a challenging way. Nothing inspires me more than big sheets of blank rock. Perfection.
But the desire to solo a route has to be weighed against the possibilities. Can I physically do it? Am I prepared? Am I absolutely sure of myself?
But the desire to solo a route has to be weighed against the possibilities. Can I physically do it? Am I prepared? Am I absolutely sure of myself?
Finally I commit, and once I start there’s only complete focus. The only thing that exists is the rock around me and the next few moves of climbing.
Finally I commit, and once I start there’s only complete focus. The only thing that exists is the rock around me and the next few moves of climbing.
Yet there’s still the joy of movement, the pleasure in moving my body over rock and swinging around freely.
Yet there’s still the joy of movement, the pleasure in moving my body over rock and swinging around freely.
And ultimately there’s the summit, which feels a lot like the base. I’m still immersed in a beautiful place but somehow it feels even richer.
And ultimately there’s the summit, which feels a lot like the base. I’m still immersed in a beautiful place but somehow it feels even richer.