In reply to george sewell:
I guess underlying the indoors/outdoors schism is the notion of taking someone who's extremely proficient at certain types of climbing, such as sport and comps and exposing them to other stuff. Simplistically one might argue that someone who's climbed F8b could just cruise pretty much anything going. But, of course, life's not quite like that.
A tale from the crypt... Back in the day, before ice climbing was sexy (gosh, was there such a time?), Patrick Edlinger was pretty well the best rock-climber in the world. He was hanging out with the then unknown Stevie Haston. One day Stevie said, "Why don't we do something different and go ice climbing?" Edlinger shot him a look of pure Gallic contempt. "Ziss ice climbing, Steviee, eet is for girls!"
Well, you can imagine the likely reaction! But, for once, Stevie bit his lip. "Yeah OK Patrick, but hey, just indulge me..."
They went ice climbing. When they came back, Edlinger (then a world-class athlete) was so shattered that he couldn't raise his arms above his head. His beautifully aquiline Gallic nose was broken, courtesy of yanking his ice axe out too forcefully. But, bless him, he smiled ruefully and said, "OK, Steviee, ziss ice climbing, eet is not just for girls!"
Life is transition (and climbing can give us transitions). It's how we deal with transition that matters. Edlinger dealt with it with style. Looks like Natalie did too.
Mick