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Your author have been absorbed by rock climbing for quite some time,
amazingly without ever breaking the 5.11 barrier, or even just cruising
tens. Lots of experience has been accumulated, although there might
be some notable lack of talent.
Luckily I love to climb. Without this inherent,
and long lasting passion, I would probably have hung up the rack
years ago.
How to keep the motivation for climbing through
the many distracting events of life? What is it that has made climbing
a constant companion? For me the answer is simple. I find it impossible
to resist the urge to explore new areas. The excitement of starting
up a previously unseen crackline near ones current leading ability
is a necessary ingredient in my existence. Most of the several thousand
routes I've done have been on sights or more precisely, attempts
at said activity. This is by far the most rewarding way for me to
climb, and one can only wish for a steady supply of fresh and untrodden
stone.
I have a feeling there's enough moderates
out there to keep me going another couple of decades, if one should
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Who's behind
this site of
incongruous
nonsense,
anyway?
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When I started out in the early eighties,
our motivated circle of friends wanted to be alpinists par excellence.
Eschewing climbing shoes for big boots and having our hexes and
slung nuts on really long runners, our little group of Eiger aspirants
was true to the cause. Plans of big ascents were dreamed up while
pouring over books by Rebuffat, Bonnington, Diemberger.
However, a few snow slogs later and still
not seeing the option to try the Eiger Nordwand itself, I defected
the team and tried a less rigid approach by accepting rock climbing
as an end in itself.
I even went and got a pair of Fire's and
a # 3 Friend, but tried not to sacrifice my alpine roots. Combining
the best of both rock and ice proved to be the key to many excellent
adventures in the mountains.
Early on I realized that personality and
lack of focus kept me from becoming a super climber, or even better
than average in any specific field. I had to branch out. Over the
years I've sampled big walls,
expeditions, frozen water, winter
mountaineering, etc. It's all been good, but I always return
to bare bones rock climbing.
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Brief thoughts on
non-climbing issues.
I was born in Denmark back
in the early sixties and grew up in the tumultuous times
of that era.
Denmark was as liberal
a place as any. Hippies effortlessly took possession of a
couple hundred acres in inner city Copenhagen and called it
Christiania. To the best of my knowledge they are still there
today. Nudism became a political statement, then mainstream.
Homosexuals and abortions were generally accepted, and neither
was seen in a contorted religious context.
Few things in Denmark were
debated in a religious context, as a matter of fact. Faith
was private, apolitical and tolerant of new thoughts.
Refreshing, come to think
about it.
Moving across the pond has
been incredible. The allure of North America's natural beauty
and endless open spaces is what led me here. And I found it
in unmatched quantity. I didn't use to care about anything
but climbing, but just assumed the rest of society was as
needed be. I was oblivious to certain problematic aspects
of western culture.
No longer am I able to be
that ignorant. Today, I live in painful awareness of how we
are screwing up the planet, and how the current administrations
of both the United States and Denmark is not helping one bit
to change this collision course.
Okay,
now back to more compelling topics.
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