My first time attending Rockfest this weekend was truly inspiring and stoke-building.
I got to meet and climb with some world-class crushers. One attendee commented that he'd put the fitness and BMI of this group against that of any other gathering in the country and he bet that we'd come out on top. Seriously though, shaking hands here, with men and women, was a reminder that the whole world had not yet become fleshy milk-sops.
Vertical World had various contests of strength like this pull up rack. The young lady in red slammed out 23 pull-ups from an open crimp!!! The winning guy cranked out 53!!! Say all you want about how pull ups aren't the only measure of climbing strength or whatever/blah blah blah because 53 pull ups is frigging amazing. BTW: They were not cross-fit pull ups, they were real ones!
What? you asked how many pull-ups I did? Well, um, 13 :( I was winning for a while, not a long while, I had already been climbing that day as well so whatever, stop judging me ;)
I ran out of my home brew pretty fast so this happened.
"How chalk got on these marks would shock and amaze you. I won't name drop (a habit I abhor) but some of these boulderers were seriously amazing.
Everyone knew me as "The guy who owns Lady the dog." She was so happy that so many people came from so far away just to scratch her belly and tell her what a good girl she is. Except for the people with the little puffy yappy dog; pretty sure they hate us now. Sorry about that. Actually by, the icy response I got to my apology for Lady snarling at their poochie I know they hate us. Maybe it was for me trying to play the whole episode off with a, "Lady mistook your pooch for a cat," joke, which actually went over well with most everyone else.
I got to participate in educational seminars about climbing responsibility put on by the USFS climbing rangers and Black Diamond reps. They were much cooler than they sound. There was also >$6,000 worth of free gear given away in raffles. We also sampled some Icicle Brewery ales and generally enjoyed the fraternity of the sport. I probably gained five new potential climbing partners.
After the official events ended I busted out my ukulele and hung out at several of the campfires, sang songs and shared a 5-gallon keg of Rocky Coulee stout that mysteriously arrived. Jameson and other things only legal in a handful of states were there too, not my thing but w/e.
Oh, ya, this event cost me $15