This weekend was my BCEP Rock weekend. Not rock concerts, outdoor rock climbing skills. We went out to a place called Horsethief Butte. It was beautiful. Just picturesque. The kind of weekend that you live for. I don't think I'll ever forget climbing around the little bowls and valleys inside that magical place. Part of what made it so amazing was the weather, which was just perfect. The kind of weather that makes even animals cluster around and just sigh in deep relief, like that scene in Bambi. Gentle breezes rustling your hair, clean, cool air with a slightly desert tinge, and perfect beginner rock cliffs. On the way back we stopped at Hamilton island and went through a compass and map navigation course, and again, it was just perfect. There's a few things that will stick with me:
- Sitting around the campfire while Frank made peach cobbler and Tommy played guitar, and we were all just drunk out of our minds.
- Cresting over the top of a fixed line with only a prussik to save me from instant death, palms sweating like crazy
- Tommy incessantly saying "AF". I can't publish what that means, but I can't stop saying it now
- This feeling of deep inner peace on the drive back into town, a kind of feeling that all is right with the world
- Stabbing through knee high grass while Frank followed behind, yelling at me not to twist an ankle
- Tommy eating Erica's leftover breakfast at the diner attached to the Shell station
- The crazy happy look on Melinda's face basically all weekend
- Erica and Melinda telling me that I should load up porn on the VR headset I brought
- Tyler telling me that Adams wasn't awesome enough for me to climb after riding my bike across the country
And on and on. The perfect weekend, honestly.
