The Life of a Nomad: Experience the Unexpected

Last week, I embraced the whole Colorado way of living and went Rock Climbing. A group of individuals from our new Church, Blue Sky took me along. As I know nothing about Rock Climbing (I know a bit more now) and have exactly no rock climbing equipment, this was a good thing. Sadly, Natalie was working (she is working as a barista at Starbucks. We are both very excited) and she did not get to come. On the upside, we will be going rock climbing again so she will be able to come then. Just in case anyone out there was under the impression that rock climbing was easy, its not. At the same time it was a great deal of fun, and I was passingly good at it. (I did not break any bones and I made it to the top). I really enjoyed the whole idea of trying to do something that I did not know I was capable of doing. I also had the opportunity (while climbing) to reflect on the depth of the stubborn steak I inherited from my mother. (By the way mom, I was safe the whole time. I was clipped into a harness that was attached to a rope. The rope was attached at the top of the rock and a guy named Matt was belaying me from the bottom. Perfectly safe.) Having no climbing experience (not counting trees and such) it was unlikely that I would make it very far. Granted, I was only able to make it on the rock at all thanks to the encouragement and guidance of high quality individuals such as Mike (all of the climbing stuff was his. He is a very encouraging teacher), Matt (The guy who was belaying for me. He did not drop me. Thanks Matt), John, Kate, Ellie etc. All of that to say, I told myself I would make it to the top and I did…. despite the fact that many times on the rock I thought I was totally screwed. The next day, my arms were so sore I could barely make a fist… Me and my darn stubbornness… (grumble grumble grumble.)