Cross Posted from DPM
Prologue
There are so many people you meet along the way that you may only get the chance to know for a moment in time. Sometimes a few of those people are the ones that leave the greatest imprints on your life. This journey begins with one of them; a man who’s name I don’t even know.
“Where are you off to?” An old man asks me as we’re sitting on the hard plastic airport chairs waiting for our 7:40am flight to board in Denver.
“Italy,” I lied, stuffing Fritz’s head back into her carry-on crate. I wasn’t supposed to leave for the Arco Rockmaster for another week.
“Wow! What are you doing in Italy?” He seemed genuinely interested.
I’m not the girl who bears my soul to my barber, or in this case, the stranger seated next to me on the plane. I hate mornings, small talk, and especially explaining the sport of climbing to people who have no idea what I’m talking about. “So is it, like, how fast you go?” For life in general most people would say yes; but in rock climbing, absolutely not. This isn’t NASCAR. My attitude most certainly isn’t helping the promotion and growth of my passion, but honestly—these strangers probably don’t care. They just want to pass the time.
“Just hanging out, sightseeing and stuff,” I told the man unenthusiastically, hoping the conversation would die off.
“That’s wonderful! I think everyone should spend some time traveling when they’re young. You know, when I was your age…” He went on to tell me his life story.
This is when my eyes usually gloss over and I make noncommittal sounds like “hmm,” and “ahh.” When he started telling me he was a cow farmer from Wisconsin who moved to Colorado to chase a dream, I tuned in. He told me how he spent some of his college years thumbing around Europe, eating some of the best pizza he’s ever had. I realized I had a lot more in common with this man than I had initially thought, and it made me feel significantly more compassionate towards both him, and our conversation.
Just as I was about to open up and tell him I was “a climber” and the real reason I was going to Italy was for a big competition, they called his section to board.
“Have a really great time,” he said as he stood up. “Traveling is such a great experience.” I smiled and said thanks. He winked as he turned to board.
My seat was in the very front of the aircraft. I plopped down, shoved a comforting hand inside Fritz’s house, and we both fell asleep. I awoke as the plane was touching down in Minneapolis, met my mother at the baggage claim and gathered my things. As we were at the curb loading the car, I saw the older gentleman from the waiting area again and waved. He approached our van and extended his hand. When I reached out to grasp his, I felt something folded transfer from his palm to mine.
“Have a piece of pizza over there for me,” he said. He turned and walked away and I unfolded a twenty dollar bill. This man completely proved me wrong about strangers not caring. He may not have drastically changed my life, but I will remember him forever.
The Top 10 Reasons The Arco Rockmaster is the Best Event I’ve Ever Done:
10. The Duel
The top four winners of the difficulty competition race against each other on two exact same 7C+ (5.13a) lead routes. This was very exciting to watch because it wasn’t just speed climbing up jugs, it was a hard technically and powerfully set sport route! Cedric Lachat beat Adam Ondra by 8 milliseconds on the men’s side, and Ja-In Kim was the women’s winner of this unique, fun-to-watch twist on competition climbing.
(Ja-In Kim going for the buzzer to beat Angela Eiter. Photo: Giulio Malfer)