To me climbing is chalk covered hands against rock. It is feeling vulnerable and small against rock faces. Being awed by the natural forces that created them. Climbing is falling asleep visualizing the holds. It is that moment when the puzzle fits together. You figured it out and have to get back out there to do it again. Climbing is laughing breathlessly when you get to the top because you did it. You did not think you could do it but you did.

Climbing is passion, strength and autonomy.

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