For all that do not know...I am moving to Michigan. I am really excited. I have kind of had enough of the low pay at my job. I have been training new people at my work that make a lot more than I do. I just need to move on. Desiree and I were thinking of our options and it was between either moving to a camp and teaching rock climbing, or going back to school. We both were thinking about it and decided that school was the better option, but we did not know how we were going to execute this. Desiree and I were praying and trying to think of more options on how to go back to school, and not get into too much debt. Not too long after Desiree and I heard from my parents and we talked through the option that if I help my father refinish the basement, they would put a full kitchen in, and give us free rent while we went to school. Thank you LORD. This is too good to turn down. Desiree and I prayed about it, and the LORD said yes.
We had already planned a trip out to Michigan for Thanksgiving and my Cousin Chris' wedding, and it was too expensive to change our flights. We did not have to be out for school until January 10, and Desiree wanted to be with her family for Christmas. So the plan developed into moving our stuff out before Thanksgiving on a semi truck, and flying out to meet it in Michigan for Thanksgiving, so that we could unpack our stuff. Then we would fly back to Colorado and spend the three weeks with Desiree's family through Christmas. On the 26th we would drive our car back to Michigan.
So here it is my last day of work, and our stuff has just arrived in Michigan. I am really excited about the change, but a little scared at the same time. Spite the excitement there is one thing that is making me a little depressed.................... Climbing.
I was really trying to stay positive about it, but there is only one place to climb out doors in the Lower Peninsula in Michigan. My father said that he will let me build a bouldering wall in the garage. I started to look into it, and it is going to cost me more money than I thought to create this wall. My fear is that I will try to climb when I am out in Michigan, but I won’t keep it up, and my passion for climbing will go out the window. I really don't want this to be the case.
I LOVE TO CLIMB.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Climbing with Aaron
My good old friend Scott was coming into town back when I lived in Colorado Springs. I called him a few days before he arrived to plan the trip. I asked, "So Scott is there anything that you would like to do while you are here?" Scott said, "I want to do things that people in Colorado do." So there it was. We went snowboarding, and rock climbing. Scott, and Desiree, and I have never gone climbing before, but we did decide to go to an indoor gym. We all had so much fun and loved it. One Scott left, Desiree and I still could not stop talking about our time climbing. We had a plan to start a climbing membership instead of our YMCA memberships.
Time went by and it was about a year after the day Scott had come out. Desiree and I had asked my parents to not get us anything for Christmas that year, but just give us a gift of cash. After many discussions on what to do with our Christmas money we just could not help but to buy our own pair of climbing shoes. We had our shoes for about a couple of weeks, and still had not hit the gym. I was get very anxious and needed to go climbing. Desiree and I planned it, and one Wednesday we went to a gym called Rock and Jammin 2 in Denver, CO. Desiree and I were just a little intimidated. Everyone else was a lot better than us. We did not really know the ethics of the bouldering cave, and tried to stay out of people’s way as much as possible.
The bouldering cave is a small area, and you notice the people that you are climbing with there. Some people would come and go. There was a man that came in and he had a colorful hat on. There were a few things that I noticed about him: 1: He was a great climber. This guy would more like dance up the wall than climb. He found how to use the least amount of energy while he climbed, and it was very graceful. 2: He was very friendly, and filled with joy. You could tell that he loved climbing and climbing with other people. He would give advice, and was not afraid to climb with less talented climbers. This is how we met. Aaron could see that Desiree and I really had no idea what we were doing. He often times would yell something out at us while we were working on a problem to help us through it. It was great, and we liked this guy. He sure was a strange breed.
We got talking a little, and introduced our selves. We found out that his name was Aaron. Aaron was surprised to hear that we had never been climbing outdoors. He immediately exclaimed that we needed to go. He told us that he was going the weekend coming up, and he would like us to go. We then traded numbers.
I was really excited to go climbing the coming weekend, and Desiree was too. I called my parents to share the excitement, and they made me think a little. My mother was a little concern that I have only meet this guy once, and now we were going to go into the woods, with a stranger, to let him teach us to climb. It did make me worry a little bit. My excitement had covered my logic to be careful. I thought it out and was not too nervous, so we decided to go, but I did bring a knife. [This is now a joke between Aaron and me]
Climbing was so much fun. Desiree and I could not really do that much. Are fingers still had a lot of growing. It was hard to watch climbers that were all very good, and then hardly get my but off of the ground.
Aaron and I started to climb a lot together, and even for a while were going three times a week. It was a lot of fun. Aaron helped me to improve a lot, and I am grateful for the friendship that I had. Here are a few videos that we took while climbing:
Time went by and it was about a year after the day Scott had come out. Desiree and I had asked my parents to not get us anything for Christmas that year, but just give us a gift of cash. After many discussions on what to do with our Christmas money we just could not help but to buy our own pair of climbing shoes. We had our shoes for about a couple of weeks, and still had not hit the gym. I was get very anxious and needed to go climbing. Desiree and I planned it, and one Wednesday we went to a gym called Rock and Jammin 2 in Denver, CO. Desiree and I were just a little intimidated. Everyone else was a lot better than us. We did not really know the ethics of the bouldering cave, and tried to stay out of people’s way as much as possible.
The bouldering cave is a small area, and you notice the people that you are climbing with there. Some people would come and go. There was a man that came in and he had a colorful hat on. There were a few things that I noticed about him: 1: He was a great climber. This guy would more like dance up the wall than climb. He found how to use the least amount of energy while he climbed, and it was very graceful. 2: He was very friendly, and filled with joy. You could tell that he loved climbing and climbing with other people. He would give advice, and was not afraid to climb with less talented climbers. This is how we met. Aaron could see that Desiree and I really had no idea what we were doing. He often times would yell something out at us while we were working on a problem to help us through it. It was great, and we liked this guy. He sure was a strange breed.
We got talking a little, and introduced our selves. We found out that his name was Aaron. Aaron was surprised to hear that we had never been climbing outdoors. He immediately exclaimed that we needed to go. He told us that he was going the weekend coming up, and he would like us to go. We then traded numbers.
I was really excited to go climbing the coming weekend, and Desiree was too. I called my parents to share the excitement, and they made me think a little. My mother was a little concern that I have only meet this guy once, and now we were going to go into the woods, with a stranger, to let him teach us to climb. It did make me worry a little bit. My excitement had covered my logic to be careful. I thought it out and was not too nervous, so we decided to go, but I did bring a knife. [This is now a joke between Aaron and me]
Climbing was so much fun. Desiree and I could not really do that much. Are fingers still had a lot of growing. It was hard to watch climbers that were all very good, and then hardly get my but off of the ground.
Aaron and I started to climb a lot together, and even for a while were going three times a week. It was a lot of fun. Aaron helped me to improve a lot, and I am grateful for the friendship that I had. Here are a few videos that we took while climbing:
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