What is the best part about climbing?
Is it the planning?
Is it poring over maps the night before a trip?
Is it organizing the gear? Is it packing the truck?
Is it making snacks and sandwiches?
Is it cajoling the kids to get dressed and in the car?
Is it the adventure drive to the climbing spot?
Is it unpacking the car and reloading gear?
Is it the approach?
Is it getting lost with the guidebook you didn’t bring?
Is it the moment when you realize, in fact, you are in the right spot?
Is it that good climbing smell as you open your bag?
Is it the warm sunshine as you harness up?
Is it that first touch of rock?
Is it going up?
Is it yelling, “Take the rope!“?
Is it a lead fall?
Is it dangling in space?
Is it the required focused attention?
Is it the zen-like state you enter?
Is it the smiles? Laughter? Being with good friends?
Is it the view from the top?
Is it the shared experience of joy?
Is it the bite of dried sandwich? Or the coolness of your bubbling beverage?
Is it the rappel down?
Is it the trek back to the truck? Or the return trip home?
Is it that lovely fatigued feeling of adventure?
Perhaps the best part about climbing in fact is all of the above.