Aaron asked me again last week about considering climbing a wall. Looking at a TR by J-tree on the second ascent of Jericho I had to laugh at this excerpt,
With the weight of the pack, I was only able to go about 20-30' at a time before I needed to rest. Ryan had long since left me behind because he was obviously in much better shaper that I was. The final insult came towards the top of the hill when I had to ask Ryan to carry my bag the remainder of the way if he wanted us to start with any light left in the day. My role as "more experienced leader" was quickly being replaced with "whiney wimp." My only consolation was that Ryan was getting a sneak peek at my honed-to-perfection aid technique of whimpering and sobbing while on lead.
Blubbering is an older term (1. To utter while crying and sobbing.)
Aaron, are you ready, to deal with this? Do I want to endure vertical camping again? Or can I be the steadfast prow of a ship, parting new seas of discovery. Hmm. Laura is cooking up an egg breakfast. I will eat and contemplate.
Topo's make everything look so doable.