When you face your anti-style, or any type of climbing for that matter, success should not be measured in sends, but in becoming a better climber.
The beauty of deep water soloing is that it’s such a free form of climbing. You’re out there exploring, and feel like a kid again, climbing up a tree. It’s very playful, spontaneous, and creative.
Whether you’re stuck at home or in a van, in challenging times like these, it’s good to reflect on why we love the sport.
Through the process you learn powerful life lessons: try harder, be positive, believe in yourself, never give up.
As the days went by, my skin degraded—getting softer, thrashed. The combination of Red Rock, Nevada’s dry desert air and abrasive sandstone grated off layer after layer until little was left.
On the way, we made a fateful pit stop at the supermarket. While Ken and I were distracted by his camera, we didn’t realize the car was broken into, and my climbing pack and camera gear were stolen.