Matt and Emily, under the trees in Boston Public Gardens. Click image for hi-res version.
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Matt was one of the first friends I made on Boston. Ironically he had also moved to Boston from Seattle just a few months ahead of me and we’d never met even though we had mutual friends in the Seattle climbing community. We’ve climbed outdoors several times on rock and ice. Probably the funniest memory, worthy of its own post, is the time we bailed midway up a route because of rain that was forecast to come later in the day. Matt tweaked his back and we went back to town to eat breakfast. Matt ate in a semi-reclined position as the clouds broke and it became a glorious day at 10a. Due to Matt’s condition, climbing was out of the question and we wandered in town, eventually spending time at a dog show in the park. We laughed and cursed at our rotten luck. Pathetic! Continue reading



