It has been a while since I can say this: I’m pumped! Not the excited pumped rather the “Holy crap 5.13 is really hard” pumped. It’s been a while since I have tied into the sharp end. How good it feels though. Joy simply abounds from climbing, not even hard climbing just climbing. My psych is back. I’ve got my mojo. It is remarkably peaceful to know that climbing, again, is at its rightful place in my life.
I had a perplexing thought the other day: my writing is the only thing that brings me solace. Not entirely true. Writing, this crafting of a story, fascinates me. Its meditative rhythm that sooths or its invigorating complexity that inspires, I feel each time the ink is spilt. More than just ink is spilt it is emotions, anxieties, ideas, shortcomings, experiences, thoughts. The words are more than words, they are like freight cars on a train: each one a different cargo, each one baring enormous weight, each one strategically placed. Writing is preservation, millions of thoughts each day and I only record a select few. But why not more? The ones that do bet recorded, what to do with those precious thoughts? Writing is the only way to make thoughts eternal, the only way to give them life.
Back to the idea of solace, writing cannot be the only place I find solace. Maybe it is not solace at all. What if climbing, backpacking, mountain biking, running, kayaking, reading, playing the bass, and cooking to classical music are the things that bring me solace? Is writing something higher? I think not. Rather part of a link. The proverbial dark matter giving structure to an otherwise unstable collection of passions. Writing allows me to expand my passions. I find solace in my passions, writing brings my passions full circle. Writing is the dots on the top of the Legos allowing them all to connect.
Climbing, backpacking, cooking, mountain biking, everything I do has benefited from my writing. So have I. I encourage you to try it. Just write. Spell incorrectly. Forget about grammar. Just put thoughts on paper, something incredible blossoms.
It has been on my mind over the last few months: sustainability. There is always something that we as humans are desecrating in one fashion or another. More thoughts at a later time. This video is what really got me thinking about the topic today.
Happy Birthday to High Sierra Collective! The blog is a year old and I have learned A LOT in a year, a lot about myself and blogging. High Sierra Collective has morphed over the course of the year and so has my whole idea of what this blog is about. I would really appreciate some critiquing on my blog, seriously all of those comments you have been holding back, release them. I updated the about page, because I read it and it sounded like the mission statement of a major corporation. What more would you like to see me write about? I am thinking about changing my theme, too. Any suggestions?
I had an interesting conversation with my father last night. He is incredibly intelligent and tends to keep up with current world news and actually understands what is going on (unlike myself who tries to keep up with it and rarely understands it). Towards the end of our discussion he reminded me of something: the world is full of good. When we turn on the news or read the paper, 99.99% of the time the headline article is something not so good: government issues, conflicts around the world, securing the border, one sports team loses to another (why is it not one sports team defeating another? Same story, positive vibe). My Dad reminded me “…good things, like what you and Mom did today.”
Yesterday was my ride to defeat ALS, the most beautifully painful thing I have ever done. Over 70 miles-we planned on doing the 100, it was in the mid 90’s and I was on a mountain bike (I don’t recommend that). All of the major climbing was in the first 30ish miles; grueling uphill climbs, one right after another for 30 miles. It reminded all of the riders of one thing: their pain. “They” are the people with ALS; the mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, grandparents who are confined to a wheel chair or a bed because ALS is slowly eating away at their body. Those are the people we ride for.
I was riding for my grandmother, Gale Crutcher. Cyclists were questioning me as to why I was riding a mountain bike. First of all, its the only bike I have (that is about 51% of the answer). Secondly, I would bet my life that Grandmother did not make a single complaint the 15 months she fought ALS. Who am I then to complain about being able to ride a mountain bike for 100 miles? (The irony is that she never learned how to ride a bike, bless her heart.)
The ride is over, my thighs are pretty sore, and I have depilated glycogen stores to replenish. More importantly, my Mom and I collectively raised over $1200 to fight ALS. The ALS foundation is still accepting donations for the ALS ride, so maybe you did not donate the first time I posted (which is totally okay) and you would like to donate this time, the link is below. Thank you all for subconsciously cheering us on, it is much appreciated!
My ALS ride site: http://web.alsa.org/goto/bryce_funk