In reply to Mick Ward:
> Now why do I feel unsurprised that your profile begins thus: 'Mostly indoor only climber so far...' Yes, you've ventured into the outdoors and good on you. But (I suspect) the problem is this: you're taking indoor values and projecting them on the outdoors. And, whether I'm right or wrong about you, again (I suspect) many others are doing likewise. And yes, I can see why.
> If you're down at the wall and you think having a go at the red route with purple spots is going to be 'enjoyable', you get on it. If it doesn't prove 'enjoyable', you lower off and maybe have a go at the pink one with blue spots. It doesn't really matter because they're going to be re-set next month anyway. And there's f*ck all commitment.
> But, jump into the Tardis and vroom back say four decades to 1970 something. You aspire to the Unconquerables. You know Brown did them onsight over 25 years previously with no gear. Yes, your gear's better but not by much. If you've read your 'Hard Rock' (and you have), you'll note that, for Perrin, it's a love affair with a frisson of fear and you'll be running it out up that flake. So you'll stand at the bottom and ask yourself, "Am I good enough?" You're measuring yourself against Perrin and Brown and all those others who committed. And, if you commit and fail, not only have your failed but there's a fair old chance it's gonna hurt. Are you going to leave the ground? Well, are you?
> But hey, we're back in 2016. You can cam your way out of trouble, you can bail at any point. But Right Unconquerable ain't the the red route with purple spots or the pink one with blue spots. It's not renewable. It can't be re-set.
> If you take indoor values to the outdoors, you will f*ck the outdoors and you will negate the value of the experience. Yes, you might have 'fun', about as much fun as munching on a Big Mac.
> 'She can't be chained to a life
> where nothing's won and nothing's lost
> at such a cost...'
> Mick
Most excellent post Mr Ward.
When I first led it back in the early 70's, I was standing at the bottom psyching myself up for it (and yes, I had done its sister earlier that day - and yes, she was easier) when a large man with a beard and a warm smile walked past, looked up at the flake, looked at me and said "do it justice youngster, it's more than just a route, it's a piece of history, and there's only one way to climb it - with courage and heart."
That day was my first meeting with Nunn the bear, and also, as I sat at the top a few minutes later, the day I began to understand what climbing on grit was really all about.
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