I actually got started not by climbing, but with rappelling, so "trust the rope" is pretty much second nature to me. Assuming, of course, that it's my rope, and I tied it in myself (or trust the person who did--a short list, that). Not that I've done much actual climbing; as with most things, I've done enough to get the theory and feel like I can basically handle myself, not enough to be very good at it. There's a vertical gym down the street from the house; next time I'm unemployed, I'll probably join.
Dad (who has climbed most of the places in Washington where you can drive a piton) tells a story about a climb at Pinnacles, which I will not here relate because both our wives read your blog, and neither of us would ever be allowed out of the house with a rope again. It involves a hat.
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Date: 2007-05-26 05:33 am (UTC)Dad (who has climbed most of the places in Washington where you can drive a piton) tells a story about a climb at Pinnacles, which I will not here relate because both our wives read your blog, and neither of us would ever be allowed out of the house with a rope again. It involves a hat.