What a day

Tuesday was one of those days. One of those days you never forget. A day you use as a yardstick for all others. Campfire myths and legends form out these days. Grandchildren endlessly reminded about. A day when the sun seems to shine just for you, and the natural laws and barriers of the universe don't seem to apply. Battles fought and won, unicorns ridden, dragons slayed, oceans crossed, walls climbed. Baby hummingbirds take flight and leave their nest (this really did happen with baby hummers that hatched just out my kitchen window. Coincidence??? I think not.).

Tuesday was one of those days. A crew of 6 of us trekked 45 minutes with crash pads on our backs to the Wilderness of Rocks, an aptly named trail and bouldering area near the top of Mt. Lemmon. With cool temps, a nice breeze, and a thick blanket of crash pads, we climbed HARD and we climbed a LOT. Every one of us challenged ourselves, pushed ourselves to go a little higher and a little harder, knowing we had the communal energy of 4 spotters and the safety of 5 pads. Many big falls were taken, and more importantly, many amazing lines were sent. 

We arrived back to our cars just as the last bit of sun light disappeared behind the mountaintop. Each of tired and sore from head to toe, and feeling like we'd been steam rolled by a massive boulder. Dirty and sweaty, we piled into the cars for the drive down the mountain. As we made the windy drive down the mountain, and the lights of Tucson grew closer and brighter, we could still feel the buzz from the day. We talked about our coolest sends, and, of course, the ones that barely got away and we need to return to. This day was epic and huge, expending all our energy and gaining that sense of accomplishment you get from trying your absolute hardest.

There are no pictures or video or full trip report with this post, although they will be coming. We haven't had time and our fingers are still too thrashed to sort through pics and edit video - but with two cameras, we got lots of good stuff, so check back soon. I can still feel the excitement from yesterday, and felt I needed to post something about what went down. It was undoubtedly one of the best days climbing I've had in Tucson, and an affirmation of all the things I love about climbing - good friends, fresh air, exploring the unknown, and digging deep to muster that last bit of strength and will to finish a climb. It was a good day.