Sometimes it's the simple things that really shake me up. Like walking. Walking led me up the path with my family to stand on top of a twelve thousand foot peak over Berthoud pass. Walking led me to take that breath of crisp mountain air, to close my eyes and feel the wind whipping by me as I leaned into it.It was that day of walking that awoke the part of me that feels a desire for vast, empty places. For deserts and mountains, intense heat and bitter cold. It was that day of walking that brought me back to climbing, back to the one passion that has consumed so much of my life.
It was that days walk that made me remember to breath,
