We saw 11 films in a space of over three hours, some which ran for about 20 minutes, and some which were only 5 mintues:
… The 10-year old girl who completely awed me with her V-10 moves. It was just beautiful to see her “send” the ceiling boulder problem. She was crimping shallow two finger pockets upsidedown that I can’t even hold onto on a positively sloping wall… – I was inspired to redouble my efforts; climbing again tomorrow!
… The team of kayakers who hauled their 90 lb (!!!!!!!) boats and gear up a couple thousand feet (and 3 miles of uphill, unsteady terrain), and who then proceeded to nail the first descent of the white water in the Sierra Mountains. – Julie and I prodded each other and promised that we’re going to nail our rolls by the end of the summer.
… The mountain bikers who launched themselves 25 feet into free space, then face planted into the rocky hillside, churning up horrific clouds of dust in the process and drawing sharp gasps from the audience – The most painful sport of all the movies we caught… the rock-climbers only sustained scabs, scratches and bruises, but nothing as scary as the bikers. Even the extreme snowboarders/skiiers crashed into soft, powdery snow…
… The crack climbers in Indian Creek, Utah. Think straight, smooth reddish towering impossibly high into the brilliant blue sky. Then think lean climbers, slowly, relaxedly, jam pieces of cams and their taped up, but still raw hands into narrow fissures as they doggedly make their way up the wall. Or, think free falling into empty space and then a hard unforgiving wall like in the picture below…
Beautiful, isn’t it? To be honest, I’m not sure if I have the commitment to work till this level of climbing, and lead falls still scares the hell out of me. Eventually – and hopefully soon – though, I still want to go on multi-pitch climbs.
So anyway, I had a ton of fun – we all did – but I’m not brave/crazy/passionate enough to want to do some of the things they did. No death wish, and sadly, no time either… 😀