The following is an excerpt from Climbing Out of Bed, available now.
The climbing life is like poetry. Being somewhat removed from this existence with the demands of steady employment, I sometimes forget the feeling, the clarity the mind finds after a long, hard climb, the satisfaction of living very close to nature, and the bond that grows out of trust and sweat between climbing partners. With that in mind, I set off from the Gunnison Valley, Colorado, into a great expanse that separates us from another holy, sacred place, Yosemite Valley, California.
I'm a sucker for a good Yosemite climbing story. On my list.
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