I’ve been home this weekend listening to the rain, most of the time… with breaks to venture out to walk my housematedog Maile, or to run errands. It’s now post-Rainier (trip report in the works) and I have no big mountain objectives… my life is transitioning in some various ways yet again… and it’s time to start rock climbing.
As I looked through photos today, I realized… I’ve done precious little rock climbing the last couple of years, with mountains occupying my sights. I’ve gotten out here and there, but went from climbing half time, to weekend warrior-ing, to now… um… not even that. I miss it. I miss it enough to go back to the gym, and that’s where I’ll be spending time during my busy work travel season this fall, through the end of October.
After that, when the season is really, truly, unmistakably over in Washington, is when my schedule lets up. With any luck, I’ll get in some time at Smith Rock and a vacation in November.
After some gym time, and, if the universe smiles on me, some warm, sunny granite this winter, I will feel my muscles again. I have a sense memory of the confidence with which I move through the world, when I’m tuned to my own frequencies through the deliberate motions of climbing. I’ve developed a different confidence this summer, in my time on Mount Rainier; and I can’t wait to see what those two different forces add up to, by next spring.
Enjoy your own September adventures…
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