This weekend I went over to the West Side of NYC. To a place called Chelsea Piers. They were holding the Chelsea Piers Bouldering Cup. I showed up and there were about 5 people. All my friends, so they waited about an extra 30 minutes to start climbing, and then about 20 other people showed up. At first I was the only one in Open category, then Ivan Greene and a couple other climbers showed up for Open. The prize was a Jet Blue ticket to anywhere. So I was psyched. I started climbing and 2 hours in I had completed more than 5 problems, more than I needed. My fingers were hurting so bad, my tips were raw. So I handed in my scorecard.
This summer came together much like most of the best things do, completely...