I'm long past being 'in' Squamish, that infernal rain has started, and the climbing season there has come to it's yearly close. Squamish holds a dear place in my heart, the destination of my first international climbing trip, the first hard boulder problems I flashed, the start of my first solo road trip. The forest didn't disappoint this go around, either. It was my third time there and most extended visit yet.
Since my first time climbing in the forest, I've known I wouldn't tick my hardest grades in Squam. The rock there tends to create climbs I suffer on, there are very few holds, and most of them slope-y. I'm notoriously bad at slabs, especially those dependent on friction and trusting one's feet. I can't just try harder there, not always, often I'd find myself climbing best when I climb the softest. Though I sent boulder problems, I think my most productive days were spent sussing slabs, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends and contrivances.
Now that I'm in Yosemite Valley with Chris Sinatra, the learning seems to have paid off. I feel so much more comfortable on smears and slopers, even if the conditions aren't cooperating. It's refreshing to know that even a decade into climbing I have so much more to learn, and the results will be so noticeable.
More road trip updates will be forthcoming as interesting things happen.