I swear, everyone talks about how great it was, but I think it's one of the weaker Hitchcock pictures. I just don't get it. Nor do I have an issue with heights.
Now, my wife's a climber. She's bouldered, climbed, rappelled, all that jazz. I, however, have slipped into a climbing harness but once. On a fake plastic wall in a Bulgarian mall. She was there, too, actually.
Last August she gave me a grand tour of the place she lovingly calls her "Graceland" - Zions National Park in Southern Utah. I had been there before, but not like this.
We woke at 3am (quite a feat for my beloved) and hiked to the precarious precipice known there as Angel's Landing, an isolated outcropping that provides an excellent view of a large part of the Park.
We came.
We saw.
We loved it.
We've wanted to go back and explore other areas, to cave, to swim, to hike, and also- to climb. She's got me hooked. I love to climb!
Saving for school has to come first, so climbing equipment has been put on hold. But this summer we took a day and decided to relive that glorious day with the closest thing.
A wall.
She's still better at it than me, and it is my best and favorite workout now. Too bad it's so pricy.
We had a blast and hope to hit the wall again soon. And then some red rock!
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