My epic (or not so…) climb

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    Okay, so if you want a really adventurous (maybe not so true) story of the totally epic climb I did. Read on. If not I’ll tell you what actually happened, but I always find it more fun to tell what really didn’t happen. =)

 

     I’d heard tell of a rock wall down by the raging river (swim hole) so treacherous that a full team of professional rock climbers (Zach and the permanent staff) took one look at it (thought about it but never got around to it) and ran scared silly to higher ground. No one was willing to even think about climbing it (not enough time). That’s where I come in. My name is… _________ (insert any other name besides Sara) I took one look at that wall and decided it needed to be taken down a peg or two (I mentioned it to Zach and he said I could try it) So one dark and rainy afternoon (it was hot and sunny) I gathered my gear and approached the wall ( Zach set it up and I ran after him carrying all my stuff) Dusting my hands I adjusted my professional climbing shoes and surveyed my enemy ( I don’t have chalk and the shoes I checked out were to big) Up close it was much taller than it first appeared. At my expert guesstimate, it was around two-hundred and fifty feet high! (it was about 30 ft tall) I knew it would be a tough climb, a challenge, but I had nothing else to do ( I had to be back to work in an hour)  So I started my ascent. The foot holds were scarce and the handholds harder to find than a purple tiger in the Arctic (actually the foot holds were pretty nice and the handholds just different) Halfway up my hands are torn up and bleeding (tired and shaking a little, yes, I have weak fingers) But I push on doggedly. The rock pushes back. I push back harder. The next thing I know I’m involved in an arm-wrestle contest with a rock! ( I had to keep testing the handholds and brushing little rocks down) Four long hours later (20 minutes) I’m at the top. The unconquerable rock is conquered and officially dubbed “Pi’i ke Kai” meaning “rock that kills!” (“climb of water”) And I am entered into the RockClimbers Hall of Fame (it’s jotted down somewhere to remember the spelling)

    So, there you have it. The absolutely true (somewhat altered) story of the day I climbed a new climb and named it.

 

 

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