Over the years, I've met and had a lot of people in my life. Family, wives, friends, business colleagues and associates etc, and apart from the odd exception, they have all given me problems, stress, heartache, been unreliable, selfish, judgemental, disloyal, pissed me off, let me down, and been a pain in the arse.
I've also known a lot of climbers over the years too, and with the very rare exception, they have been exactly the opposite.
They've been warm, open, honest, loyal, supportive, reliable, non judgemental and a whole lot of joyous fun to be around.
They've also been there when the shit hit the fan both on and off the hills, and 'literally' saved my life on more than one occasion.
Even those heated disagreement's - some of which occasionally turned physical - were soon forgotten over a pint, with no grudges held.
So this post is in homage to the brother and sisterhood of climbing, who regularly restore my faith in human nature, and who I've been fortunate to spend so much time and shared so many wonderful adventures with.
The phrase 'salt of the earth' readily comes to mind.
G.
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