Sara and I headed down to Smith Rock this past weekend for our second Solo in Tandem outing. While a 12+ hour drive might seem excessive for a 2-day weekend, to me its a small price to pay. Its so refreshingly good to be out there. On the drive back to Bend after climbing Saturday, we both agreed - Smith is one of those special places where we can actually let go of everything that constantly buzzes in our minds 24/7 at home.
Driving down, I was a little worried; rain had been predicted for Saturday. In hindsight, I need to remember that a 30% chance of rain in the high desert is different than a 30% chance of rain in Seattle. What precip that we did get came down in the form of snowflakes and snow pellets - against a backdrop of blue sky and blazing sun. We danced between wearing puffys and wool hats to just jeans, tanks, and sunscreen. That's a battle I'll happily fight again, especially considering it poured at home all weekend.
|Heading towards the Marsupials|
But unfortunately, she got sick. So what started out as a great "tandem" weekend turned "solo" half way through. I wasn't sure I wanted to go solo. But Sunday packed it up and set out with a good friend who's a guide and the woman who flew out from Oklahoma specifically to have him guide her on Smith's warm, orange rock for 5 days. Watching a newer climber learn to use her balance, her feet, her power, was so exhilarating. Do new climbers know that watching their discovery gives us who've been at it for a while bit of renewal for our own love of the sport?
|View from the top of the Cave Route|
Cloud nine. Floating on cloud nine.