| sigh |

i miss climbing.
i miss the company.
i miss bishop...i miss sleeping on crashpads by a trickling creek and waking up under a clear, bright, open sky to the sounds of the guitar, bongos, and the voices of tony and pouya singing dispatch. i miss the air. the view. the mountains. the boulders. I miss eating schat's chilli cheese bread in the shade while talking shit to jose. I miss the boys going aggro. i miss the vibe. I want to feel the sun gently beating down on me as a cool breeze tickles the sweat on my face as i sit on a boulder and breathe in life. i miss the feeling of rock under my hands. i miss the pain in my fingers, the rawness of skin after a day of cranking. i miss the feeling, the indescribable feeling...i miss the tightness of my shoes, the dirt, the sweat, the rush. the thrill. eating pb&banana sammiches all day. i miss the burritos at las palmas, the hot springs at night. the laughs. the smiles. the personalities that make each trip unique. i miss the stars. i miss the feeling of being so incredibly free and alive.

i miss all things climbing.