Joshua Tree

Memries,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories...

One such memory is climbing Dogleg my junior year in high school, with a still-sprained ankle from wrestling season, in Adidas wrestling shoes, because I couldn't afford EBs, trying to decipher the crux face entry quiz, with a helpful, passing Randy Vogel shouting: "Trust your feet! Trust your feet!" And me looking at the clear yellow mat rubber on my soles and thinking: "STFU!"

Maybe a decade later, walking it in Fires, and wondering: "What was the big deal?" And maybe a decade after that, revisiting it with a couple of my teens on a Christmas trip from Colorado, and thinking: "Ooh, this is a bit stiffer than I remember."

Climbing. The rock is the same. Your experience varies according to you.

Great photo, great route, even greater place. Thank you for posting this.