|The corner with the trees was my second climb route - just left of the edge of this picture was my first.|
|My last climb - up a wet and mossy corner crack. Such an arm workout!|
|My last climb ended on a ledge; I then rappelled down 50 feet to the ground.|
When I saw the first two climbing routes our instructors (Trish, Lindsey, and Andrea - who also co-owns the Petra Cliffs climbing gym) set up, I had a minor, (hopefully) internal freakout. I knew we would be climbing on actual rocks - not those handily screwed-in, brightly colored "rocks" that I now know are called jugs - but subconsciously I think I was hoping for handholds to magically appear. Obviously, they didn't. Rocks don't do that. After putting off starting twice, I finally did it. I may not have gotten very high (cold rock = numb hands), but by my last climb, while I was far from an expert I was much more confident in what my body could really do.
|On my way up on my last climb - thanks for the picture, Andrea!|
|Rappelling off the ledge - behind that smile I was freaking out. Thank you, Andrea for the peptalk and the picture!|
As I said, I hate the idea of falling, so convincing myself that walking backwards off a ledge while secured only by a rope and harness was a good idea was more than a bit of a struggle. But I did it, and in the process, I learned to trust myself. Sensing a theme here?
|We hiked to the top of the cliff for lunch - what a view!|