Road Trip Through the West

      As we pulled up to our campsite in Maple Canyon, I was less than psyched.  We had just spent the past four days in San Diego for my good friend's wedding.  We stayed in a Hilton, ate amazing food, and had all of our essential needs close by.  As we pulled up to the campsite, our parking spot was on a hill (we were sleeping in the car), there were no showers, and the closest place to get anything we really needed was a 20 minute drive away.  After some mild complaining, mainly out of tiredness, we set up our camp site and climbed in the car to go to sleep.

Ben and I at the wedding in San Diego

      Waking up the next morning was a completely different experience than the night before.  I woke up, looked out the window and could see 3 climbs about 20 feet away from where I was sleeping.  I walked back to our campsite to set up my chair, and was in awe of the beauty of the sun hitting the rocks in the morning.  The weather was cool, which made a warm cup of coffee and a longer breakfast time very nice.  I was psyched.

The view from our campsite

      I went into our trip to Maple with no climbing expectations.  As I had mentioned earlier, I took March and April off from climbing due to an elbow injury from a fall at a climbing competition.  I was able to climb through May until I pulled my left pectoral muscle while warming up bouldering.  I took another three weeks off to let it heal and managed a few rope sessions at our gym before we headed off to Maple.  I was bummed I wasn't able to get stronger but was excited for the experience.
      The first thing I noticed about Maple was the true feeling of a community.  The first day we were invited to a campfire at our neighbor's campsite.  Ben and I had gone into town looking for leveling blocks to even out our car for sleeping but had no luck.  When we returned and visited the campfire, three people offered to let us borrow their extra leveling blocks and one person even offered to hold up our car for us! :)  The amazing camp hosts Rene and Margarita helped us to find rocks to also help with leveling out the car.  Each person there was on their own adventure and had their own story.  It was great to see old friends, meet new friends and hear a part of their story.
      The second thing I noticed was how different the rock was from the Red.  Rather than pulling on crimps and hueco pockets, Maple has a lot of slopey jugs and cobbles.  I knew this going into the trip and was unsure how I would climb on this style.  To my surprise I really liked it and was able to do well with adjusting to this different type of rock.  I enjoyed the various types of movement and pulling moves that were different and interesting.

Pipeline Crag

      Ben and I took the first few days to really get used to the style.  We tested out some different areas and wanted to see everything that Maple had to offer.  My good friend Cassie from Boise and her boyfriend Cale came down and climbed with us for a few days which was a great time.  We never projected anything in Maple due to the short amount of time we were there but I was happy to send a couple 12's, climb some fun 11's and see some amazing looking routes for our next trip.  It seems no matter how long you are on a road trip, you always wish you had more time to do that one last climb.

Rest day hike

      We headed out from Maple to drive to Colorado Springs so we could do the Pike's Peak incline.  For those of you not familiar with what this is, it is a 1-mile ascent of railroad ties that gains 2000ft of elevation in this mile.  It is so steep that at some points you need to use your hands to help you get to the next step.  It was hot, hard and humbling.  This was my fifth time to do this and each time it never feels any easier, but the view at the top is amazing.  Ben and I are hoping to do the Pike's Peak ascent next year (half-marathon that runs up Pike's Peak) and thought this would be fun to stop and do before we start our training.

Top of the incline, we made it!

View from the top of the incline looking down

      As we left Colorado to drive the rest of the way home, I couldn't believe how fast the trip had gone by.  We met many amazing people along the way who had their own adventure and their own story.  Each of the places we stopped held a different adventure and experience and I felt very blessed that God had given us the opportunity to take this trip, spend time with each other, and be with Him in nature.  As I looked around each morning in Maple, I was amazed by what beauty God has created in this world if we can take the time to see it.

Marriage Off the Rocks

      My finals are officially over and it is time to climb.  Climbing has been been difficult for Ben and I lately however, due to injuries and consistent pain.  I was hurt in a bouldering competition at the end of February when a foothold spun on a highball boulder problem.  I fell to the floor, my knee jamming into my chin, but not before my elbow hyperextended trying to hold on as the fall began.  I tried to train for a week after the accident but decided the pain was too bad and I needed to take time off.  Ben's heel has gotten better, but he has had constant wrist pain since he irritated it back in December at a high rise fire training.  He finally got an x-ray only to show that there are two fractures in his wrist, limiting his climbing.  Both of us are back to climbing at this point but we have a road ahead of us to completely heal and get back to where we were.

Shortly after my last comp, ignoring the pain in my jaw and through my arm

      While being away from climbing, there were some things I realized about myself and life.  I tried new things, focused more on school, and felt what it was like to not do something that has been such a large part of my life.  I reflected on what is most important to me in life and where climbing fits in to it all.  Here is a list of 5 things I learned while not climbing.

1.  I really enjoy climbing.
      I have been climbing since I was 11 years old and knew I always enjoyed climbing, however not being able to climb made me realize how much I enjoy the process of it and miss it when I can't climb.

2.  God has a plan for my life that is often different from what I think my plan is.
      I wanted to focus on climbing hard this season.  I wanted to focus on pushing and challenging myself on the wall.  You know what God said?  Focus on Me.  Focus on pushing yourself and challenging yourself in everyday life and focus on your family and your purpose.

3.  Date nights do not have to only consist of a burger and West Sixth at the Rockhouse.
     Climbing friends will understand this.  As fun as this is, every date night doesn't have to consist of this. :-)

4.  Climbing is a great way to stay in shape.
      It could have been the stress of school, but without climbing I felt like I was not in as good of shape as when I am climbing. Climbing is a fun way and great motivator to stay fit and push yourself to the next level.

5. With as much as I enjoy climbing, I don't want it to define my life.
     I love climbing and it is something I will always want to have in my life, however I do not want it alone to define who I am.  I am first and foremost a child of God, a wife, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, and a friend.  I am a lover of the outdoors, a runner, a yogi, a student and of course a rock climber.  I am a girl trying to live her life fully to follow Christ and love others.  I am not perfect and am far from it but I strive to be better everyday.  These are the things that I want to define my life.

   I was eager to climb hard this season for one last push before I start Physician Assistant school in August.  I think there was another plan for me however, teaching me that I can survive without climbing and to really think about what is important in my life.  Not being able to climb was hard and I am happy to be climbing again, but I am thankful for the time off to rest and reflect.  I have shared with you what I learned and the things that I want to define my life. What do you want to define yours?

Climbing: Fitness, Fun and Friendships

      It has been pretty crazy around here lately!  I think I mentioned in an earlier blog post that I will be starting Physician Assistant (PA) School in the fall.  I am finishing up my last semester of prerequisite classes of Organic Chemistry II and Biochemistry and it has kept me very busy (and very stressed).  Also, most of my blog posts are written on trail runs and the weather has been less than ideal for running on trails in Ohio lately!
      Recently while training, I have realized the importance of others in the sport of climbing.  I started training with Power Company Climbing again in the middle of January.  Ben took a bad fall at Littlw Rock City in the beginning of January, bruising his heel and as the doctor put it, "really angered his planter fascia."  He was put in a boot for 3 weeks and was unable to climb.  On top of that, he has been dealing with a wrist injury since the beginning of December that he hurt while at a high rise fire training in Florida.  Not having my usual climbing/training partner has made it tough to stay motivated to climb/train.  I love climbing and have a lot of fun with it, but most of that is the fact that this is a passion and love that Ben and I share together.  It is great to watch each other progress, or be there for each other when we are having a tough day or a frustrating session.
      Since I was little, I have always enjoyed the social aspect of climbing.  I was a little 12 year old, out at the crags at the Red, making conversation with whoever else happened to be there that day.  We have met many people over the years and it is wonderful to have such a friendly community in the sport of climbing.

Group from the Wright State Comp

      Yesterday, I competed in a competition at Wright State University.  The climbing was fun, the setting was great, but the part I enjoyed most was spending time with all of our friends who happened to be there as well.  It is fun to encourage others, share beta, and learn more about each other.  There were some very strong climbers there, men and women, and it was great to see how the sport has progressed.  I made new friends, hung out with old friends, and simply enjoyed doing what I love with a great group of people.

Girls weekend at the Red

      Especially with training it's easy to get caught up in the numbers game. But the memorable part of climbing is not climbing a number. For me it's about time spent outdoors, the gift of each rock climb and the great company we keep. I truly enjoy the challenge that climbing brings to my life, and overcoming challenge every time I send. But the true gift of climbing is all of the friendships I have gained the last 18 years and the friends I will meet in the future.

Hanging out at the Gallery

     

Home Away From Home

       The weather has turned colder and the leaves are changing colors.  As Ben and I pull off the Slade exit for Red River Gorge, we have arrived home.  The beautiful rolling hills and bright orange trees make this one of the most beautiful places to be in the fall.  People come from all over the world to visit the amazing rock climbing and hiking that the Red has to offer, and we live only 2.5 hours away.
       I use the word home to describe the Red because that is exactly what it is, a home away from home.  I have been going to the Red for 18 years now and each time I pull off the exit, I am excited to be back to such a familiar place.  Fairly new to climbing, my dad and I started going down to the Red when I was about 11.  The Red has always been more than just a place to climb for me.  When I was young, it was my outlet, a place to get away from the regular life I lived.  I could forget about the meanness of junior high and be in this place that was beautiful, doing something I loved and spending time with my dad.  We would leave early in the morning to make the drive down, climb some of our favorite pitches, head to Miguel's for a delicious pizza or pizza sandwich, and camp in one of the front spots.  Miguel's was not as crowded back then and there was maybe 15-20 tents compared to over a hundred now.  It was a special thing for a father and daughter to do together and some wonderful memories that will never be forgotten.

Dad and I climbing in the PMRP

       As I became a little older, I was competing in the JCCA and, like most competition kids, did not climb as much outside.  During this time I still went to camps at the Red with my team, however, and continued to make memories.  My climbing friends became my best friends, whether they knew it or not, and helped me through some very difficult times that typical early teenage girls go through.  One of them became an inspiration to me, somewhat of a mentor, as I looked up to her amazing talent in rock climbing and in life.  Our parents even threw us a surprise double birthday party at a cabin in Cliffview for my 15th and her 16th birthday.  Lots of friends piled in this cabin to celebrate our birthdays and some of the people who attended I still see down at the Red today.
       My spring breaks in high school were not spent in Cancun or Destin, but with a small group of girls and my dad in a cabin at the Red.  We would climb some, eat lots and stay up late into the night laughing and talking.  Sometimes we would camp and go on night hikes under the stars.  It was wonderful to be able to share this special place with my friends and give them a glimpse into what my life as a climber had been and still was.

Spring break at the Red with my high school girls

      When Ben and and I met many years later, I hadn't been climbing much.  One of our first trips together was with our mutual friend Grady and we could barely climb 5.10, but we had a lot of fun.  From that point on, Ben and I were making trips down to the Red every week, getting to know each other, climbing and making new memories together.  Soon after, my dad started having his birthday at the Red where our whole family would travel down to hike, climb, and enjoy each other's company.  
       The community at the Red always has been and will remain one of my favorite things about this place.  Ben and I were recently at the Motherlode and stayed 3 hours past when we finished climbing because we kept running into more friends along the way.  We have met people from all over the world and made many lasting friendships.  People invite us into their homes, offer us food, and we always see familiar faces at the Rockhouse or Miguels where we stop for dinner after a long day of climbing.
       There are so many reasons why Ben and I call the Red home, but getting to know each other better and falling in love there is definitely at the top.  My 11-year old self in rainbow-striped leggings and pigtails has grown to make more memories at the Red throughout the past 18 years than she could have imagined.  What once started out as a special place between my father and I (and still is), and then between Ben and I, will hopefully be a place that we can take our future family and let our kids make their own special memories as they grow and find their "home" at the Red.    

Accidents Happen

      When you climb outside, you start to hear about unfortunate incidents happening.  Sometimes fatal, and sometimes not, accidents can happen among the newest climbers or the most experienced climbers.  I have heard stories of friends on climbs realizing their knot isn't finished, ropes being cut on quickdraws, and people decking (falling to the ground) from high points up on the rock.  Ben and I had never been involved in anything like this until this past weekend.
       I have always felt safe climbing with Ben. I trust him and he trusts me. It helps that he has been a paramedic for over 5 years now.  He always keeps a medic bag in the car in case of accidents, which I have complained about taking up too much space on trips.  He is extremely good at what he does and knows how to act in extreme situations.   
      We made a day trip to Red River Gorge on Friday and climbed at the Motherlode, a cliff known for having high routes, some topping out at 130 feet.  After warming up, we headed over to put the quickdraws up on a mini project we had started working on.  Upon finishing the route, Ben quickly lowered me and let me know that he thought a climber had fallen near the Madness Cave area and he was going to check it out.

The Motherlode at Red River Gorge

      I untied from the rope, grabbed the keys in case the medic bag was needed and followed behind him.  I hadn't heard anything. Since I was up on the route and focused, I was unsure about what we would find.
      When I finally reached the area, I saw a familiar face. An experienced climber within the Red community was laying on the ground, conscious, but in pain with climbers surrounding him.  The climber had been lowering from a long climb and was lowered off the end up of his rope into a steep ravine.  By the looks of the rope on the belayer's end (towards the rock), it appeared the climber had fallen somewhere between 30-40 feet, but the actual distance was unknown.  The local EMS crew had already been called via a climber's cell phone and they were on their way.  Ben assessed the situation, and sent me along with two others running down the trail to get the medic bag from the car.  Upon receiving the bag, Ben was able to wrap a broken wrist and help keep the patient comfortable.  He did further assessments and determined there had been no loss of pulse, motor or sensory in his legs, a tool to check for spinal injury. Also, no abnormal findings in his pupils when shined with a light, checking for a head injury. There was tenderness in the back but not on the spine, and the climber was having no trouble breathing which lessened the chance of tension pneumothorax.
      When the EMS crew arrived, they brought a backboard and a litter which would be used to carry the climber out on the steep trail back to the ambulance.  Once ready, 8-10 climbers, Fire and EMS came together and carried the patient, packaged in the litter back down the trail.  The path was slick and narrow, but we took turns, switching in and out to get the patient down safely.  Once we reached the bottom, 4 members from the Fire and EMS department got into the small creek so we could safely transport the patient over the narrow bridge to the parking area where the ambulance was located.  The patient was safely in the ambulance and the climbers stayed to make sure no more help was needed.
      After the ambulance left, we all stood in the parking lot, first debriefing about what had just happened, and then breaking into more personal conversations, getting to know one another better.  It was incredible to see the way that 8 climbers from all over the country came together to help out one of their own in a critical situation.  Each person brought something different to the table: some having big wall experience, making a haul system to help get the patient out of the ravine, fast runners to get supplies quickly from the car to make the patient more comfortable, everyones strong arms to carry the patient down from the crag, and Ben's skills as a paramedic allowed him to control the scene until the local crews arrived.  Ben and I got to know most of the climbers well throughout the day and I don't think we could have asked for a better group to help out.  We even enjoyed dinner at the Rockhouse with two of them later that evening, one of which went on to send his first 13a Hoofmaker later that day. Congrats Tim!
      Reflecting back on this situation, I have so much respect for my husband and am so proud of him for what he does.  I have seen him work on multiple medical mission trips and he works full time as a firefighter/paramedic, but to see him in action out at the crag was indescribable.  He was patient, calm, and knew exactly what needed to be done. He checked to be sure nothing serious was happening on the inside of the patient, not just what appeared on the outside.  Also, he is one of the most humble people I know and wouldn't take credit for anything that happened.  He denied doing anything more than the rest of the 8 climbers who had helped.

Ben working at a near fatal car accident in 2010

         Accidents can happen, regardless of your climbing ability, and they can be fatal.  We were very lucky to have such a great group and crew that helped out with this situation and can only hope that climbers will continue to step up when their fellow climber is in need.  Things can happen when you least expect them, so be safe. No matter how many times you may have climbed a route or been to the area.  Please be cautious, be sure to double check yourselves before going up a route and always knot both sides of your rope.  Be friendly to the climbers around you, they could be the ones coming to your rescue.  We are a community of people who share a common passion, rock climbing.  Let's be a community who helps each other without a second thought, especially during those times of deepest need. And, I will never complain about the medic bag taking up too much room again!



   

A Competitive Side

      Competition.  It motivates us and drives us.  I will admit that I am a very competitive person.  Can you relate?  Ever since I can remember, everything has been a competition to me. No matter what it was or who I was up against. Growing up I played lots of different sports and always wanted to be the best in all of them.  I was competitive in tennis, playing since I was four and varsity all through high school.  I was competitive with skiing, wanting to go down every double black I could find regardless of what my skills were, even if that involved sliding all the way down on my butt.  I am competitive in school and am always checking my test grades as soon as they are posted to see if I had the highest grade.  And of course, I am competitive in climbing.

      I'm not sure when I got to the point of being so competitive.  I am told how much I am like my father, who is a six time ironman competitor, has run 30 plus marathons and always times his training sessions on his watch to see how fast they are.  I imagine at some point from growing up in an athletic family I picked up the idea that I wanted to be the best at whatever it is I do, no matter how unrealistic it might be.

Winning second in my first triathlon circa 1990's

      When Ben and I began climbing together, he was a stronger boulderer than me but we were very similar in the routes we were able to do.  As we kept climbing together, we were improving at about the same rate and projected all the same routes.  Ben might send something first one trip and vice versa the next .  It is wonderful to be able to climb the same routes and work on things together, but it does lead to a little competition.  I am always happy for Ben when he sends a route, especially something that he has been working on for awhile.  It is difficult, however, when it's something I still have not done.  The pressure kicks in telling me I need to do it now, or the frustration that if he did it why I have still not done it?  

      I think this leads to a good point. When does competition and a competitive mindset become too much?  I am very guilty of comparing myself to others.  It can be comparing myself to people I know, or someone I just see out climbing on a trip or in the gym.  It can be a girl or guy, but it is definitely more prevalent with girls.  It is one of the worst things you can do to yourself to improve and reach a goal that YOU are trying to make.  However, time after time I continue to watch people and compare myself.  I have improved some with this, although there is still work to be done.  

      I have been trying to teach myself recently that focusing on myself and my own goals is most important regardless of what others are doing.  This applies to climbing or anything in life.  I am never going to be the best female rock climber in the world, an olympic gymnast (as I had hoped when I was young) or the smartest person in every class I take.  It doesn't matter how hard another girl climbs, what grade someone else gets on a test or who else I see going down a double black bowl run.  As long as I am trying my hardest and doing my best, that is all I can do and that is what should be most important to me.

Finishing the Pike's Peak Half Marathon Ascent in 2000

A Passion to Serve

      Besides rock climbing, Ben and I share another passion that is a part of who we are, helping and serving others.  Ben does this everyday in his career as a firefighter/paramedic and I am hoping to do this as a Physician's Assistant.
      One person who I admire and deeply inspires me is professional rock climber Paige Claassen.  Paige has done some of the hardest female ascents around the world.  She decided to use her passion for climbing to raise awareness for other issues around the world by going on a year long trip beginning last July called the Lead Now Tour.  Paige traveled around the world, beginning in South Africa and eventually finishing in the U.S., raising money for women and children worldwide with an organization called Half the Sky Movement.  Each month, Lead Now raised money for a different Half the Sky Movement partner organization which fights to end the oppression of women and children worldwide.  She used her love for rock climbing to help others around the world.  You can follow her trip by clicking on the Lead Now Tour link above to find out more about what the trip meant to her and how they were able to help others.
      Ben and I are not professional rock climbers and as much as we would love to travel the world climbing to help others, it is not an opportunity that is available to us right now.  We do both, however, have interest and experience helping people medically.

Helping out in a small town in Ecuador

      In the past year and a half, Ben and I have been on three medical mission trips to combine our medical skills with our passion for helping others.  We traveled to Haiti, Ecuador, and Guatemala, bringing medical attention and expertise to those who need it the most.  Each trip was different and had its own experiences.  I find it ironic how we traveled to these poor countries expecting to help the local people, but somehow we are the ones who are helped.  The love and kindness these people show is a feeling that is indescribable.  Patients are hugging us, so grateful for the work we are there to do and the opportunity to be healed from a lifetime of pain.  We are hugging them back in awe of how they are so happy with so little, and grateful for the opportunity to meet such wonderful people.

Ben seeing a family in Guatemala

      Living in the United States, it is so easy to become consumed with money, things, and a reputation of having it all.  It is important to remember that these "things" are not what will make you truly happy.  Paige was able to use her rock climbing as a way to help others.  Ben and I have been given the opportunity to serve medically.  What kinds of skills or passions do you have that you could use to help others, whether it be locally or internationally? We are called to be great and do great things.  Find what drives you and get out there and do it!

Sara giving a local boy Albendazole to fight off stomach parasites.

Sara, Ben and Dad waiting for our next patients in Guatemala