Funny things happen to your brain on these elongated climbing trips. I often talk about time, how it teases and taunts you. How it sets expectations with a feeling of the untouchable forever only to become truly mundane as it continues to pass quite normally one day at a time, one minute to the next. It’s equally bizarre how your world expands while simultaneously shrinking all at once. You’re meeting new people and seeing new places, but you find yourself obsessing about the smallest things, like a line on wall or the moment the sun touches a piece of rock. Your obsession with detail can allow the most simple of inconveniences to become overwhelming. Most notable is how the mere changing of the seasons creates an vacuum of night giving way too much time for such obvious pondering. Like how you can’t believe you ever wanted leaves as soon as you have to.
