I started climbing when I moved to Brooklyn (2023). It was off and on. But by early summer of 2025, I was climbing almost every day. When I climb, sometimes I read or listen to podcasts, but I mostly go with friends. I mostly climb indoors at VITAL. But almost every time I go on a trip now, I'll climb a mountain.
This was my first outdoor climb ever. I was on a work trip in Denver. I went on the morning of my flight home. I honestly didn't like it as much as I expected. The rock was really cold and each route felt like life or death.
This climb was on a family vacation (the first one we've had in years). My sisters came with me because they were worried I was going to die. It took a lot of convincing that I would be fine. I liked this time more. We wrapped our hands with tape to try out some crack climbing. The rock was less cold. I also rappelled for the first time.