A Mere Mortal’s Guide to Climbing the Nose

I am just a regular guy from the midwest with a 7 year old daughter and a semi-normal job who dreams about living in a van with my smokin’ hott climber girlfriend and being a #dirtbag #vanlife. Since that would never happen, I had to train my butt off, literally, because at this time last year I was about 30 lbs overweight. My climbing partner, Matt, a chiseled 6 foot 160 lbs, laughed at me when I told him I wanted to climb the Nose.

This guy did a great job with his trip report. It's engaging, has some amazing stories throughout and the end is perfect...

When we got all our gear up to that tree, Matt had a surprise for me. “I brought a little something up just incase we made it here, how would you like a little whiskey?”

I had given up drinking 6 weeks before the trip to help with training and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate our accomplishment. “I brought something too,” pulling out two Snickers bars. We hugged each other and tried to hold back tears.

There was no Provost at the top of this rock handing out diplomas, no annoyed, sweaty professors waiting to shake our hands. Just the two of us and a giant pile of gear.

So we sat, eating Snickers with warm bellies, and watched the moon come up over the valley rim.

That's how a climb ends. Perfect.

A Mere Mortal's Guide to Climbing the Nose