The Wayward Person

I don’t deserve to call myself a climber.

I start thinking that I am getting braver, getting better at overcoming my fear of heights, and then days like these past few happen and I find myself so crippled by fear that I cannot move or function. How many rock climbers do you know who can’t even repel down off a ledge to the bottom of an 80 foot climb?

I may need to rename this blog “The Wayward Person”.

In all seriousness, though, these past couple of days have been rough. On the first day, we hit up Eldorado Canyon, one of the most famous climbing destinations in the country. Halfway through the first pitch of the first climb, I could tell it was going to be rough. Fortunately, a friend of ours had met up to climb, so I was off the hook. I bailed after the first pitch and they spent the rest of the day climbing (thankfully, I was nearing the end of an incredibly good book and was completely content to spend the rest of the day reading).

John up on the second pitch of an Eldorado climb. He actually took a big fall from that spot, making me doubly glad I wasn't up there to get more nervous.

John up on the second pitch of an Eldorado climb. He actually took a big fall from that spot, making me doubly glad I wasn’t up there to get more nervous.

Usually my nerves are worse when I am sleep-deprived, so I figured that the near 10 hours of sleep I got that night would fix things. But no dice. We went to a place called Longmont Reservoir, where most of the climbs are so close to the stream that there is nowhere for the belayer to stand. To get around this, we decided to climb up the one accessible climb, traverse along the top, and then repel down to the other ones.

The climbs at Longmont Reservoir were just across the river, some only being accessible from the top.

The climbs at Longmont Reservoir were just across the river, some only being accessible from the top.

This plan sounded good in theory. However, the anchors for the next climb were located below the top of the ledge, meaning that I would have to lean over the edge in order to clip in and then basically fall a few feet over the edge to get a point where I am hanging from the anchors instead of above them.

It took me a while to even get up the courage to come close enough to clip in from above. I finally coaxed myself into turning around and trying to ease myself down to the anchors. However, this is where I got stuck. I had all my weight on one foot, at the height of my waist, and one hand on a boulder above the edge. I stayed stuck here, unable to move up or down for at least 5 minutes, while my leg started to shake and go numb (and it’s incredibly sore today). Eventually, I gave up. I found another way down – the neighboring climb had anchors above the lip – but still felt the sting of defeat.

I followed this up with an attempt to belay John from the top of a climb that was named the “best 12a in the state of Colorado” by multiple people posting on Mountain Project. But again, fear won out. I couldn’t bring myself to lean over the edge and look down to watch him while he climbed, so my fear cost John the opportunity to get on a great climb.

People often ask me why someone who is afraid of heights would choose to take up a sport like rock climbing. Usually, I spout out some bullshit about how the right amount of fear is a thrill – as long as I can keep that fear in check. Right now, I’m not so sure; I thought that the more I climbed the easier it would get to control that fear. Instead, it is a constant battle, and sometimes I have to remind myself that I enjoy rock climbing. Until my opinion improves, I will simply be a wayward person.

On a lighter note, John found the strangest porta-potty contents ever... a carrot?

On a lighter note, John found the strangest porta-potty contents ever… a carrot?

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5 comments on “The Wayward Person
  1. Neil says:

    You are way too hard on yourself Lauren! It was great seeing both of you and I hope we meet again before our trips are through!

  2. Chris says:

    Good days and better days. Good days are any days you get to wake up and breath. Better days are when you get to do what you want to do. You are living many better days. Some days you feel like climbing other days you don’t feel it. Don’t stress it. Fear is good and it will always be there. When I need to get past fear, I try to imagine myself 2 minutes into the future, either doing what I’m afraid of or just finishing doing it. If I can’t do that, I know it’s not to be that day.
    Keep climbing. 🙂

  3. Winnie says:

    how long do y’all plan on being in Colorado? I’d love to put you in touch with my friend Skye!

    • Lauren says:

      We actually just left Colorado. But we’ll definitely be in NYC at the end of September. We got concert tickets there, so it’s our only hard date.

  4. Stacy says:

    When I think of a “wayward person,” my mind doesn’t come up with you. You’re being too hard on yourself – there are good days and bad days in everything that you do. Having fear (on any level) in climbing situations is normal and healthy. If you didn’t, you’d be that person who thinks they are invincible and ends up getting themselves seriously hurt. I hope that you are able to resume climbing and kicking ass soon. Can’t wait to see you in a few weeks.

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