by Rob McAlpine » Mon May 26, 2014 1:42 pm
For 10 years I had a rock climbing partner, a fire captain and former army Ranger, impervious to panic or nerves, whom I trusted like that- totally, utterly, completely confident in each other to handle the situation well, each to be the guy on the end of the rope who would keep the other from death. We almost never let anyone else belay either of us. He was very well known in the climbing community, through him I met and climbed with a who's who of international climbers, but Dave and I always roped up together.
Dave retired from the fire department about 7 years ago, moved first to Yosemite, then Hueco Tanks as head of the guide service. I went through about 5 or 6 different partners, but never found anyone I trusted like Dave. I found that, without trust, I tended to hesitate in sketchy, difficult spots. I no longer had the bulletproof confidence to throw that hard, runout crux move, knowing my belayer was on top of it.
I still stay fit working out on my climbing wall at home, but haven't been outside in a couple of years now. Sucks. I miss climbing, a lot, but I've seen so much poor procedure, and seen so many people hurt or worse by stupid partners, I'm not willing to place my life in the hands of people I can't, well, trust.
Great vid Lin, got me thinking. We should go sailing some time.
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