Value

Yesterday I dragged my daughter out to Oorlogskloof with me. Lack of a climbing partner, and an unpleasant chest infection had killed the opportunity of doing my project this past weekend. I now needed to get my draws back to take to kZN. So we missioned out to Montagu, while Marshall Mathers spat acid through the car speakers...

There were times on the long drive and steep, thorny walk to the top of the buttress that I wondered where the value was in all of this. I could have been lounging somewhere, taking life easy. As it was, I was thrashing up a frickin' hill, through scratchy bush feeling somewhat below 100%.

Of course, as I was there, there seemed no sense in merely rapping down and cleaning the gear, so I rigged a top rope and worked it again.

As I did the last few moves to the anchors and looked down the line, I imagined how it would feel to be there on repdoint. That's where the value will be.