Did you ever think a couple beers bouldering at suburban krag would lead to anything more than just that? It’s pretty fucking cool taking a step back and seeing the progression, so I wanted to attempt to aggregate at least enough here to encourage a smile. Outside the garage you fit right in those first couple trips to the red, whether it was in party tent at Lago Linda or cruising up Pogue Ethics at Phantasia (after having ample time to warm the hands up of course).
Before you started climbing with us, I felt a good portion of the stoke that infused the group had to originate with me, but the amount of energy, positivity, and determination you bring to everything you do is inspiring. That proverbial torch was passed quickly, and I’m glad you were the one to carry it on.
That trip to Potrero was probably the first time we got to see you take fucking charge on the wall. It was like you flipped a switch. Your moves were decisive, confident, and smooth, and nothing stood in your way. It’s hard keeping up sometimes, especially when you’ve turned it on. You know who could keep up tho? That cop that pulled us over on the way into Hidalgo. Good thing we’re a bunch of cute gringos.
According to my database, 2015 was the last time we climbed together. And while settlers was great and I’m sure Miguels had a handful of intimated residents while you were knocking out pull-ups, I’m looking forward to tying in again. I look forward to it, as the opposition is unacceptable. You keep getting stronger. You keep becoming more brave. I’ll try not to get fat and turn from fudge to pudge and prevent you from hauling me up the wall.
I still haven’t been up to that palm tree, so I think it’s time we get something in the books.
Go Packers,
Fudge