Sometimes it’s just about putting in time.
I seriously love bouldering. Sometimes you’re lucky enough to find something that just feels right. Climbing has been the kind of activity one finds and immediately feels good about.
The need to slow down and focus on a problem. The necessity of relaxing yourself, controlling your movements, playing the chess moves out in your head. These are the aspects that appeal to me, that work with my personality.
I used to climb almost every day. Inside, outside, near and far. But I allowed the bad parts of my life associated with climbing to overshadow the joy I found in the good. I was suddenly climbing alone and incapable of focusing or finding enjoyment.
Well, that sucks. I like climbing. A lot.
Thanks to the help of some close friends in Indiana, I got back into it this last winter. Unfortunately, I came back here to RI. Back to where every rock brings back painful memories, raw emotions. And I stopped again.
But the woods in fall have their pull, drawing you in. The beautiful cool early evenings where the light trickles in through the changing leaves just right. The bugs have receded along with the humidity. The soft footfalls on pine needles.
All the good parts of autumn in New England.
Being next door to Lincoln Woods State Park definitely helps. The place is like having an outdoor gym with it’s tightly packed, easily walked boulder layout. It’s supposedly been a top bouldering spot since the 1930’s.
Although Lincoln Woods can be quite a busy and loud city park, it’s pretty easy on a weekday evening to find a quiet and solitary boulder to set up and scramble a bit without too much interference or curious looky-loos. It is also easy to encounter other climbers, if one was so inclined. Unfortunately, I am not so socially adventurous. But, if you see me, feel free to say hello. I’m house broken (mostly), have had all my shots (once, long ago), and don’t bite (not very hard anyway; sensitive teeth lately).
I seriously slacked on updating while traveling. I was trying to be in the moment without too much reflection or overthinking. Of course, I then never got back on track at the end.
I made my way as a passenger for once. Which was very strange for myself. Always the captain of his own ship, I was forced to take second seat with minimal influence on direction and outcome. It was oddly relaxing for a change. And the trip overall was supremely enjoyable. Under various influences and with assorted drivers, I made my way through some repeat locales and into some new adventures. A whole section of wild and wooly America I hadn’t seen yet.
It was, as always, incredible and overwhelming.
I continue to be impressed and awestruck and absolutely infatuated with what the country holds in its breast.
The people and places, sights and sounds.
The vistas and creature-scapes.
Friends and foes.
I’m always asked why I’ve yet to travel overseas. It’s not for lack of interest or fear of foreign lands.
I just haven’t run out of things I want to drive to yet.
Pictures are primarily from my phone because I’m the idiot who didn’t pack a camera.