It’s been over a week since I returned from spending four days climbing in Red Rocks, Nevada. I’d have to rate it near the top of my rock climbing adventures probably only equaled to going up Monkey Face in Smith Rock.
Living in the Pacific Northwest, I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the quiet and terrain of the desert. One of my fondest memories was going on a road trip after graduating college to the desert Southwest, traveling through the Grand Canyon, Canyonlands, Arches, and Zion national parks.
Red Rocks created a whole new set of memories. I remember exerting myself, singularly focused on climbing and then setting an anchor. When I looked up I saw the desert floor a thousand feet below me and surrounded by the deep colors of the rock, no sound except for a small breeze.
I took several hundred photos I’m still going through. Going through them brings back memories of the trip and time I shared with the five others who joined me – Peter, Dean, Stan, Rich, and Josh.
I’ll share more soon.