The 2012 Red Rocks Rendezvous came for me on the tail end of the Ride with the Rep tour that Ronnie Jenkins and I made- I was home for two days before packing up and heading down to Vegas for the following week. The days all kind of drift into an experience undivided after a time. I’ve been living in three separate time zones over the last month, never mind daylight savings. Back home now, I’m shoveling through piles of laundry, cleaning out the car, and trying to get the sprinklers working to water the greening tufts sprouting up where I remember there was once a lawn.
Looking back, it was a good Rendezvous for me this time around. I’d missed the meet last year, being in Switzerland, and heard there was a pretty hefty wind storm that all but shut down the event, destroying tents and making clinics miserable. This year we had some wind as well, but nothing too unmanageable. My group was of a good size, personable, and we had a good time climbing ourselves into exhaustion like it was a work shift. We took apart slab technique, slopers, heel hooks on overhangs, and planning sequences, route reading, and spotting.
In the coming days we celebrating my girlfriend’s birthday, cooked, ate out, had some beers, did some sport climbing on a cool crisp day and some bouldering on a hot still day. I’ll need to come back to Vegas for certain when the late fall comes blowing in- there are a ton of boulders I saw that I’m really excited to put some time in on.
On the way home we had a stop in Joe’s Valley, running into a pile of friends and dancing through some old familiar classics as well as some new terrain. Brother Kiel Mahar and I did a new(?) line, fun and short, just up from Beyond Life, naming it the Tea House, as you have to duck tp get through the “door” to get to it. I also voyaged up the only sport climb in Joe’s, across the river and up a gully, winding and creaking up a long black slab and arete with spicy loose flakes at the start and thoughtful crimping at the top. I’d been looking at it for ears, and it was cool to finally get on it. Definitely a full experience.
So now, back home, pulling it all back inside to get it all ready to go out again. Spring is here, and the high country beckons.