From the Bay Area that is. I'm going up to Mammoth for a couple days this week with my dad. Even if I don't climb, I'm away. I'm near where I want to be which is Bishop. Even though Bishop will be engulfed in heat that I am not down with, it's okay. I will have my time this fall/winter there. I don't care whose there and what they're climbing.
I don't care.
I find enjoyment in the boulders. Hard or easy, tall or small. Numbers don't mean much really and I feel are guidelines. We should follow, but not intently. You can stray from them most of the time. I try to keep this in mind, and it's been helpful. It's hard sometimes when you have some people harking that grades are for losers and then some people making the biggest deal in the world that a grade means something. Grades are like age; they're both numbers and don't mean SHIT.
And speaking of age, I turn 21 as of...tomorrow July 6th. Yes, 21 years ago, I came into this world. Now that I can legally drink (but still can't rent a car. Wait, I have to be able to drive first...) I guess I'm growing old. That's right kids, get off my lawn and pull up your damn pants ya morons! With your hippin' and your hoppin' and the filth flarn and filth. Makes me sick. Sick I say! Little bastards...
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