I am a horrible, selfish person. Instead of flying home to Seattle to see my family for Christmas, I chose to go climbing in Hueco.
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| Einar on Brittany in a Blender V9. |
OK, I am not a horrible person, but something must be
wrong with me. I would rather drive 12 hours in my shitty car, than fly
3 hours on a shitty plane. I would rather pay to live in a slightly
ghetto RV, than sleep in a nice house for free. I would rather hang out
with filthy strangers and friends under a cold rock, than be cozy and
warm with my family in the living room.
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| Jon Linhart on The Bathtub V9. |
I felt guilty about skipping out on my folks, but it's hard to hear your conscious when you are in such a sacred, and beautiful place. Hueco vibrates with history and culture. It's easy to imagine ancient people living among the boulders that we recreate on. A perfect oasis from a harsh desert. A perfect oasis from modern life.
Life quickly get stripped down to the basics. Eat, sleep, climb, repeat.
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| Our beloved camper. |
Besides my first trip to Hueco in 1998(wow, that makes me sound old), before all the rules, this was by far my most unrestricted experience in recent years. Mainly because I went with my friend and commercial guide, Rob Guinn. Thanks Rob!!!
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| Rob. |
Many adventures were had. Lots of problems were done. Skin was shredded. Holds were fondled. Limits were pushed. Muscles got sore. Unfinished business was left.
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| Ida. |
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. So back to real life,
the obscure tour, and choss mongering. Until next time Hueco!
