The rock ledge I slammed into broke my 25 foot fall. The violent impact of landing face down wiped away all sense of space and time. It wouldn’t be until Karla called out my name that I became conscious.
On climbing, control, and learning to let go—literally. "I want to fail more, to fall more, and occasionally, grunting and squeaking, to make a successful and scrappy move towards the top of the wall."
Hiking back down the canyon was almost harder than hiking up because of the hail pelting our hands and bouncing off our helmets. Once we got back to the car, we hid under the back door for a bit before deciding to continue our climbing adventure – indoors.