Bouldering
When my brother, 29, offered to take me rock climbing, I was thrilled to go. We left our house at about 10:00 in the morning, and started down the highway. When we pulled off to the rock climbing site on the side of the road we were both surprised to find that there were no other cars parked there. Normally this turn off was packed with cars with people climbing the Falls. Although we were both happy that there was no one else around to interfere, there was a lingering feeling of dread, that if something went wrong there wouldn't be anybody else around to help out. We both got out of the car and decided to go on down against our better judgment. The trail down was a steep runoff ditch about two feet wide surrounded with scrub brush. While on the way down I was thinking both about how bad my legs were getting cut from the brush, and about not slipping on the sandy t
When we got home we had both decided not to tell my parents, especially my mother, because we would never be able to climb again. I shouted "FALLING!" then suddenly felt a single hand grab my wrist. When we reached the bottom there were signs of past water flow during the winter months. I grabbed for the grip but only felt loose rock in my hand instead. When he reached the top, about 30 feet high, he came back down on a side path and said, "Your turn. I would always be afraid of bouldering if it hadn't been for my brother who got me back on the same cliff that next weekend. He stood up and put his hands on my shoulders and in a low voice said "You OK?" "Yeah. Scott went up first, so I could watch and get a feel for the grip locations. I nodded then relaxed my arms and legs, took in a deep breath and jumped out off the wall and up at the same time. When I was up he pulled me to my feet.
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