Non-climbers tend to think rock climbing takes this enormous amount of courage; probably because most non-climbers seem to think that rock climbing entails “soloing like that guy on 60 minutes”. Well … I’m not that brave. I get scared. I get hyperventilating, Elvis leg-shaking, might-have-just-peed-my-pants scared. And 9 out of 10 times there is a moment where I picture myself being carried away from the crag on a stretcher. I’m not that brave. I think a lot of us are scared. I don’t think we climb because we are so courageous; I think we climb because there’s just something indescribable about topping out in spite of all the fear.

campfire on not being so brave

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