About a year ago I was asked what my favourite climbing experience was. It wasn't a particular route or sequence of moves, it wasn't a fall either despite a few memorable ones! It wasn't one particular section or wall, it was the entire crag, the whole three miles of this particular one.
It was Stanage. But not just Stanage on any old day, it was Stanage on a mid-week evening, with the sun waning and the routes to yourself despite the Popular-end car park being full!
So it was that I found myself at Stanage with Mike and Matt on Tuesday night polishing off yet more classics including Manchester Buttress and Eliminator, a short but steep, strenuous journey that doesn't relent until the top! I've spent a lot of time on Stanage recently and I'm still not tired of it; there's too much to do! I guess that this is a result of the lack of climbing I experienced in New Zealand; I've climbing more routes outdoors in the last six weeks in the UK than I achieved in 20 months in New Zealand.
Friday, 18 June 2010
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