The first time I went rock climbing, it wasn’t love at first sight. My brother and his friend invited me to join them at a slippery limestone quarry. While the day itself was fun—hanging out with my brother and experiencing something new—the climbing itself wasn’t particularly memorable. I remember thinking, “This would be really cool if it weren’t on a broken quarry wall but out in the mountains.”
At that point, I didn’t realize how deeply connected climbing and the mountains truly were. That thought planted a seed that would change my life.
