At 87, a senior rock climber reflects

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I've been so lucky! At the ripe old age of 87, I'm still climbing! Many decades of backpacking, rock climbing and trekking has exposed me to the magnificence of some of the world's greatest outdoor places. I hope this video reflects some of my climbing philosophy - as I'm literally climbing in this video - and how it has allowed me to continue this adventurous activity. Hope you enjoy the physical as well as the philosophical.
Preface this YouTube video very quickly, show you where I am. Paris Lake State
Park, Paris California. I'm here at Big Rock. This is sort of my local hangout. I
wanted to just give you somewhat of an idea of how lucky I've been in my 50
some years of climbing and how lucky I've been through most of my life. My
body's held up, my health is good. A few little senior problems now and then
which some of you older folks know. But I want to show you just a few seconds of
some of the places that I've been and how lucky I've been to be capable enough
to do some of them overseas and much of it in the US, the Alps, the Himalayas. Some
of it backpacking, some of it climbing, some of it trekking. So anyway I hope you
enjoy it and it'll give you a little idea of some of the philosophical things
that I think in my old age when I'm climbing. So I don't know whether this is
gonna relate to anything but at least I'm having fun. I feel good. I know when
equipment that I use and particularly the way that I climb and the way I rope
solo climb. We volunteer for this Ed. How come we volunteer? We don't have to do
this. God that was a piece of cake. What was I whining for?
Traversing over to Left Flake. Not too hard. Not a big deal. Everything's here.
Well I'm right at the bottom of Left Flake. Raven Nest. That was occupied a
couple years ago. All the junk is still here. I don't know when this crack runs
out. Maybe it's right here. Oh yeah. Foot hold. No hand holds. Shit. Half a knuckle
under the flake. Get cocky. Don't get too cocky. Under cling. I've done this
dozens and dozens. I've probably done it hundreds of times but still got to be
safe. Anything can happen anytime to anybody. Yee-haw. Yee-haw. As my grandson
would say. Yee-haw grandpa. Runny nose. Bad back. Whatever comes just deal with it.
I used to do this. Used to do it fast. Do it well and never had a rope. Never gave
it a thought. And now I give it a lot of thought. A whole lot of thought. Extremely
rough. Arounds me a Joshua tree. Same kind. You can bury your cheater shoes. Your
sticky rubber on almost anything. You put all the right pressure at the right
angle. You can go straight up. Body's holding up well. Legs are holding up.
Back's not bothering me at all. Up here. Still climbing but I'm getting older and
less less dumb. As one of my gym friends said. This is for all the young climbers but
this is a no-no and I'm comfortable with it. So that's just the way it is. When you
get old you think you know it all but you doubt. You still take chances. This is a risky
sport anyway. I don't think I've ever fallen on it. Of course I'm ready to accept the responsibility
of falling anytime. I don't ever think about it but I have to know that's a possibility
but I don't ever dwell on it. Free soloing is what I used to do. I don't do anymore.
I haven't done it probably for 6 years, 7 years. It's a mental game. It's all mental.
I've done these routes. If you can do them, even leading where you go first, of course
that's where all the risk is. This is like following with a belayer up above me. I'm
always safe. Leading, you're leading every pitch. You have to lead. You have to go up.
Be confident. It's more of a mental trip but free soloing is all mental. Every bit of it
is mental. If you've done the route and you're capable, why can't you do it without a rope?
Aha! Then the mind kicks in. When I get older, I probably won't be doing this. Somebody will
be hauling me up but next month I'm 87. I'm going to keep going at this level as long
as I can. Erase the doubt. It's amazing when you erase doubt. If you don't have any fear
you can do a hell of a lot. The longest run out on the route. Then it can get a little
dicey coming straight up. Straight up from this bolt right there. Straight underneath
it. 20 foot run out and you're facing a 40 foot fall. I don't like to think about that
which I don't. Speaking of hung up, see what I mean? I'm not paying attention. I'm talking
and I'm not much of a talker. I got the rope hung up under that flake. If you get above
it, you've got a problem. Anyway, I've had problems before. Catch my breath. You youngsters
don't understand that. The oldster's got to catch their breath once in a while. I'm on
Ed's rope now. We know Ed's rope. It's very sketchy. It's very small. I'm not sure it's
going to even work at all. It looks like a 60 meter and not a 70 so he's sort of a cheapskate.
He didn't want to pay for the extra 10 meters. What am I missing here? Hell Ed. Whoa. What's
my problem? Shit. That's the most trouble I've ever had. Nothing worked.
