Skaha Bluffs, BC.
My brother had taken a fall and tore up his fingers, everyone was sore, covered in dirt, and clutching drinks. We thought it required a photograph. Our group consisted of close friends and people whom had never met before, but after a weekend of looking out for each other on the walls, everyone acted like old friends. We hid Easter treats for excited kids in tiny shoes and chatted with everyone and their dogs. Climbers are so welcoming, it’s like we’ve all known each other for years and are just meeting again. I’m honoured to be part of the community, and to keep passing it on.