I met Millie, my climbing partner, at Furburbia. We went into a tiny room to have a chat together away from all the other noisy campers. She climbed up my back and sat on my shoulders. It took about four seconds to realize we were now partners and would be going on many journeys together.
Our first climbing adventure together was in Joe’s Valley, bouldering. She was really tiny and had a tendency to jump on people and climb up to their shoulders. She did that to a few pretty girls, which showed me she loves me. That’s the giver in her. It eventually rained that day, and she sat on my shoulders growling as we hiked back to the truck. She wasn’t psyched, and it might not have been the best intro to climbing, but she kept with it….
Since then, we’ve been to Moe’s Valley, Indian Creek, Ferguson Canyon, Eastern Reef in The Swell, Stansbury Island many times, to Moab towers, slot canyons, and other places I’m forgetting. The most memorable trip is definitely always the one most recently taken….
Via My Cat Goes Rock Climbing @ Backcountry.com.