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rush
Dec 1, 2002, 2:09 PM
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In my case, ignorance was bliss! Some friends of mine with a three year or so climbing experience put me on this. Me: Will this rope hold me if I fall? Friend: Yes Me: Ok Me: How do you keep from falling all the way down? Friend: 'cause you'll be belaing me Me: Ok... and uh, how do I do that? Friend: Like this (shows me how to belay) Me: Ok we go up and in a very easy part of the climb Friend: Go over there and clip this (biner) to that (bolt), then anchor yourself and set up belay. Me: Ok (call it my first lead if you want... ) we reached the top, and it was awesome, the view, everything, and then when its time to get down... Friend: Ok, let's rapel Me: How? Friend: You don't know how to rapel ? (now he kinda freaks out) Me: No Friend: Do this, and this, and that... (explains how to...) Me:Ok we got down just fine I was amazed and all, but today, when I come to think of it I see how iresponsible it was. But I had a great time anyway!!! Climb on
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totigers
Dec 14, 2002, 4:20 PM
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Truthfully, my first climb was to get on the kitchen counter as a kid. I am scared of heights and have been fighting it all my life but I use to travers the counter to the windows then to another counter then to the stove then stem to the fridge then I was back to my original counter. The hardest climb started at the same spot and instead of the stem, I had to go around the doorway to the living room and across the table(easy) then hang from the door with one foot on the knob and swing to the shelves then travers that to the window then across that to another set of shelves then to the hall doorway. This one was tricky because the crutch was that I had to hold onto the molding to get to the other side to a desk then back to the kitchen to finish. After about a year, I was able to travers every room in the house without touching the floors. To this day, My mom does not know how the foot prints got so high on the walls.
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hellbent
Dec 14, 2002, 5:52 PM
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5.7 top rope in army boots , I looked down and that was it............ I completed it, I didnt trust the rope and I didnt want to fall.....Wipe that smile off...it was a 5.7 but I had the sewing machine legs..........
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climbingjunky
Dec 14, 2002, 6:33 PM
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5.8 Toprope, it ended on an overhang for some strainge reason, so at the top when i turned around and noticed i was 6o feet high, i said "Holy shi$, I can't believe im doig this", in my mind im saying "this is is awesome, finally something i really enjoy!". Ever since then I've been climbing 3/week.
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shastess
Jan 29, 2003, 6:41 PM
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I used to be deathly afraid of heights, so when I was hired as a water specialist for a children's camp on the Wyoming/Utah border, climbing was never a consideration. That is until the second week of training when we went to the camp's outdoor climbing wall (really cool) and the activities director said "ok, everyone's got to make it to the top or go home" I thought he was serious so I rose to the challenge and climbed it. On my fist attempt I tried to go up an overhang and slipped and came flying off. Kept going and went up the chimney, got to the top and thought wow, that was such a total rush, now how the heck to I get down!
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boardcrazzy
Jan 29, 2003, 7:14 PM
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First indoor was on a quite a crimpy route, and I remeber thinking, "Wow, this is so cool to be able to stick to the wall with these small holds." First outdoor, I lead and onsighted a 5.9 at Red Rocks in Nevada. It was also my first real experience with slopers. As a result I was scared s#$%less. I've been hooked ever since.
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koko
Jan 29, 2003, 7:27 PM
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i dunno..., i was always scramling aroun rocks and boulders when i was a kid.
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data118
Jan 29, 2003, 7:36 PM
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My first time was at the Gunks on a following a 5.7 called Classic. It is a classic indeed. I started to climb and look around for my next move. All I can think about was how the hell am I going to get up this thing. How the hell am I sticking on this wall.
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megadyno7
Jan 29, 2003, 8:02 PM
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Scary at first! Lots of whyning to come down, and in the end it was all worth it.
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hempsta
Jan 29, 2003, 8:23 PM
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my first climb was a 5.6 at pinacles(sP). i was really young and first accent it. hella happy. now i cant remember any of my climbs
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ebrmusic
Jan 29, 2003, 9:31 PM
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Other than the gym, it was rainbow rock just out of Salida, CO. I had been sick all day (not because of the climbing) and we were in a huge boy scout group. Most of the people had already gone, and unfortunatly for me i was in that fat/short/weak phase of my life, and I was just thinking that I had to get up as far as everyone else. I didn't and it sucked, but I'll show them now!
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AuburnClimber
Sep 4, 2012, 3:04 AM
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Well, I was about 12 y/o ~ 1980. My friend told me about this sport called rock climbing and invited me out to the desert to try it. We snagged an old rope (not a climbing rope) from my dad’s garage and went to Palm Springs with his parents—they didn’t know about the rope. We climbed some 20 foot rocks and loved it. Didn’t have any idea what we were doing. After my parents found out they invited my friend on a trip to Tuolumne Meadows. They told us we would have to take a climbing class or we could not rock climb anymore. They secretly thought it would scare us off from climbing for good. So, we told the instructor we were intermediate climbers, we were not. He got us top roping 5.8 and 5.9s, doing some crazy friction slabs, etc. We loved it! Our parents were horrified, the rest was history.
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DemolitionRed
Sep 4, 2012, 1:16 PM
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My first climb was with school. Everyone is expected to go out and learn the basics and understand the dangers because there was so much rock where we lived. It was very boring and we all felt embarrassed at how un-cool we looked in helmets. Both my friend and me were real tom boys and we grumbled and bragged to each other that we could climb that rock face without aids. The whole point of the exercise was to try and stop us from doing just that. So I didn't enjoy my first climb but my first climb is what brought me back to the rock to free solo. It was very addictive and something I carried on doing up until having a child. Sudden fear of just the rock and me suddenly kicked in at that stage.
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hroldan
Sep 10, 2012, 7:57 PM
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Ha ha yes I remember my first climb, never climbed before and there I was, at the local crag (it wasn't on a gym!), nervous, excited, confused, eager to explore a new thing. I was covering a story and suddenly was offered the opportunity to try it myself, on the rocks. I was thinking "hey, I'm making it, I'm going to make it!" then "how the...f.... ha ha" and suddenly felt something very clear: the limit. I contemplated that limit for a little while and the guys told me "keep going!" I did, the limit was now behind me. Then after a little bit I saw something familiar again, the limit. It was clearer, bigger, harder. But I kept going and then another limit. I still remember that feeling of finding new and new limits on the same route, solving the problem and reaching out until I couldn't take it no more. At the end of the year I didn't see those limits, I only see fun problems and a crux. Then those routes were for warming up. Nice memories
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