Three pitches above the canyon floor two figures dot the vertical black and orange landscape. The sun illuminates the conglomerate sandstone wall to reveal its brilliant and beautiful colors. Across the creek, amidst the pines, boulders and trials the remnants of heavy snow linger still shaded by North facing crags that protrude upward like statues.
Standing on a bookshelf ledge, my partner and I engage in that ever-familiar ritual of checking our system. Once the okay is given I look down to make sure the necessary hardware is fastened to me in the right order. I head upwards towards the bluebird skies that have been eluding us all winter long, but have decided to show up today.






