Climbing’s Send-at-All-Costs Culture Almost Ruined Me

When I was 14 yrs old, I went on my initially climbing trip to the Sierra with a person in his late twenties, a mentor of mine. We piled into his small pickup truck, smashed amongst ropes and climbing gear. 

Previously mentioned the rearview mirror was a small signal that go through “Baked Goods.” The text were circled and experienced an X through them. 

I imagined it was bizarre that any individual would dislike baked products, but I was grateful to be there, so I didn’t say anything at all. We stopped at a bagel store to gas up. I

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