Ah, the great outdoors. With towering redwoods, the smell of pine in the air, the fresh breeze in your face, the hint of ice cold rivers on your tongue and the rush of the wind in your ears. Man has always been at home in nature, and what more manly thing is there than to haul yourself up the face of precarious cliffs with naught but your hands and legs and own prodigious skill?
Unfortunately, we were indoors, strapped into harnesses, slowly and painfully clambering up a ladder-like protrusion of artificial rocks, each painted in some garish color by a blind factory worker in China. And you know what? It was still immensely enjoyable, and one of the best experiences on the blog so far.
I recommend rock climbing to anyone with at least two limbs and a head. You really need nothing more, although you might require sufficient body strength to lift your own weight.
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