Today's the eight-year anniversary of my very first outdoor
Today's the eight-year anniversary of my very first outdoor rock climb. I learned how to make tape gloves and TR'd Jim-Jam, a 5.9 'Voo fist crack.
It was a horrible first rock climb. Not that that stopped the sport from ruining my life in the best way possible, or introducing me to just about every friend I've made since then.
