For The Love Of Climbing

 

Our oldest grandson loves rock climbing and both brothers have been taking a class at our recreation center. Last weekend, after snowshoeing, the boys were able to climb at the ski rental store in Estes. There is a full size climbing wall there and they loved it; some of the granddaughters also climbed and did really well, o.k. exceptionally well. This week when the boys returned to their weekly climbing class, it seemed so easy because the wall is so much shorter than they'd been on over the weekend.

 

This grandson is turning 12 in a little over a week; he reminds me of how I loved to climb-anything, when I was younger. The boys below him are on the floor; the top of the wall is approximately 16' high.

 

 

Mr. B loves to participate in anything big brother does.

 

 

I grew up being a tomboy; climbed trees,fences and roofs but things were so different then. In college, I worked with a fellow who was an advanced rock climber; he and his wife befriended me and took me climbing. Of course, these were the days before indoor climbing was around; we just went to state parks to climb; I was also known to climb the sides of a  building or two.  I never got to the point where I climbed famous walls, like Yosemite, although I was invited to- but I loved climbing; I was told I was like a spider or a mountain goat who just flew up the walls. Like many things of my youth, I gave up this sport when I settled down; if I were younger and had the opportunity, I would probably still climb. I'm glad that our grandchildren are enjoying a sport that their nana loved.
I hope that you smile when you think back on activities of your youth. 
Enjoy the day!
Noreen & Hunter