Moving

So. I'm moving and it sucks. It is not the packing part that I dislike but the actual moving and carrying crap. UH. On the bright side though, I will be living in a highly desirable part of Asheville and the house I will be living in is pretty badass. I just hope I don't get run over by a car while riding my bike because that will definitely put an end to rope climbing season and perhaps bouldering season. Nothing could be worse. Ok, maybe that was an exaggeration but it would still suck.

And the Judges Say...

Went out to Hawksbill and it is more apparent now than ever that I more than likely will not crush anything harder than a 5.11b and even that is iffy, really really iffy. I will admit that I have not been training as much due to my frantic work schedule so if I cannot train perhaps I can starve myself? This is what I get for calling people a fat ass for spinning holds in the gym. "I'm sorry, I cannot read what you have written down... oh... OK. Ladies and Gentlemen the final judge has not bothered to report a numerical score but instead has written down 'IRONY'." (There is far too much external motivation in my goal setting.)

Oh the Places I've gone

Red River Gorge KY, Joes Valley UT, American Fork UT, Little Cottonwood Canyon UT, Maple Canyon UT, New River Gorge WV, Rumbling Bald NC, Ghost Town NC, Granite City NC, Looking Glass (northside) NC, The Obed TN, Horse Pens 40 AL, Rock Town GA, Green River Gorge NC, Smith Rock OR, Acid Castle OR, Aztec Gardens OR, The Strip is Mine KY, Hawksbill NC and counting

Breaking News

I was feeding the ponies the other day and these two mares started fighting over food. One was bucking while the other was raring up and it became apparent that I should no long be afraid of lead climbing because I could easily get kicked in the head by a horse at work. I think getting kicked might hurt just as bad as decking... perhaps. I have not decked yet and cannot say either way. Long story short, horses are just as scary (if not scarier) as lead climbing. Also, I am looking forward to moving and being able to ride my bike, which is scary, around A-ville. Going to the grocery, the pub, and the park will take on a whole other light. Having some space of my own will be most delightful as well. I just hope my beloved cat likes it too.

The Story of How the Red River got its Name

We all have heard that Daniel Boone once came to the Red River Gorge but few of us know why. Well that answer is rather easy to come by due to the fact that at this very same time the Red River got its name. The Indian wars were brutal and relentless. Many brave and cunning warriors made their last war cries in the deep canyons and arch ways of the gorge. Daniel Boone, whom many of the warring tribes respected and some feared, was called to the gorge by his 'brother' Black Foot to broker a peace treaty and end this battle once and for all. But, Daniel Boone did not know that this particular Indian war was far more brutal and long going than any battle known to date. No one could know though because anyone that dare set foot in the gorge was instantly slaughtered. Daniel Boone, who was in the far reaches of what is now known as Tennessee, traveled day and night to reach the gorge. He finally broke out of the bush, close to Cloud Splitter, and viewed a ghastly sight, the river stained with blood for miles. Daniel's guts turned inside out and as he bent over to catch his breath he realized that he was sharing his spectacular view with hundreds of scalps, drying on the rocks. It did not take Daniel Boone long to realize that he was in grave danger and at that moment an arrow landed right beside his foot. Unfortunately, he did not have anywhere to run so he attempted to bargain with his apparent captors. Slowly they began to emerge from the bush, twenty of them, covered from head to toe in blood so dark that it appeared black. A few of them even recognized who Daniel was but there was no warmth in their eyes or soul on their breath. They had seen too much. They began to relax much to their misfortune because suddenly another tribe's party came bounding out of the bushes and attacked with vicious and bloody strokes of their axes. Daniel Boone could not run for cover and even if he did, it was too late. He had been pierced through and through by a spear. The air in his lungs disappeared and the war stricken world around him vanished as he fell from his vantage point. Mortally wounded and yet Daniel Boone, survived the 100 plus foot fall. He awoke from his trance like state in a pain so great that it would have made a rock weep. He could not have felt worse but suddenly his ears picked up the sound of soft foot falls. Daniel Boone, unsure of who was at the base of the cliff or even where he was, decided that it would be best if he found a hiding spot or more likely a place to die. He would be damned before he would allow his scalp to be bleached on some rock. So Daniel Boone, amazingly enough, spotted a medium sized cave very close by and he crawled or slithered his way inside. The cave was wonderfully dry, cool and smelled so beautiful that Daniel moved further inside. He could not resist and as he moved he noticed a strange golden light. But Daniel Boone had been close to death before and he did not find this too remarkable, he knew he was going to die and he might as well be comfortable. He dragged his body further into the cave and suddenly the golden light and the brilliant smell were overwhelming and Daniel, overcome with sight and smell of it all, fell into a deep sleep.

Hurray for Summer!

I do not have a Father but I went fishing anyway. Did not catch a single fucking thing. Stinkin fish. I have managed not to smoke a cigarette for a bit although I have dipped into my car's ash tray and smoked the cigarettes that where not completely un smokable. It would seem kind of fucked up but... well... never mind, it is fucked up. Anyway, I roll my own cigarettes so it is not as gross as it sounds, although it is still fucked up. Also, I am finally making the commitment to sell my bong or should I say my ex boyfriend's bong online. I figure that since the fucker abused me I had no reason to let him walk away with the expensive ass gifts I bought for him. Especially since he never had any sense to get me anything besides jewelry. Stupid fuck. Maybe he did that because he knew better than to get a crazy woman a big ass knife. Perhaps not so stupid after all. I must think of what else I can sell... I know what your thinking.

Dejavu?

I might get cervical cancer and it is more likely that I will get cervical cancer because I cannot stop smoking cigarettes. It really makes you feel like an asshole when you light up and you are guaranteed to get cancer. Not just any typical cigarette cancer either but full blown vag cancer. (There is a lady I know who is dying of ovarian cancer; fuck I'm an asshole.) I should have never stopped smoking weed. Not only that, but once again my boyfriend is nagging me but its not about smoking, its about other crap. God. I hate being nagged.

Uh

Rope season is not going as planned at all. I have logged just under 2000ft. Well below my quota. But shit, does it really matter. Seriously. One thing is for sure though, I have most certainly laid my eyes on some the most awesome climbs I have seen to date. The kind of routes that make your stomach ball up and you feel all tingly. Like seeing someone you have not seen in a longtime or the feeling you get right before a lightning bolt hits nearby. Perhaps it is not the mile but the shoes you walk it in.