Horsetooth Bouldering

Hopping in the mini and galavanting down 1000 foot in elevation, i met cousin Dylan down beside the Horsetooth reseviour this evening for a great bouldering session while the sun sat slowly behind us.







Bouldering, for those who may live in a flat state or are scared of shirtless men, is a type of climbing that does not involve safety ropes or harnesses, but simple crash pads that are thrown alrtuistically but realistically marginally useful at the foot of the crag, where climbers move their way up 8-16 foot of rock to the top of the face. It's fun, and doesn't require a lot of equipment.



After finalizing the appropriate pre-game stretches, we found our way up some really fun faces (and by we, i mean Dylan, who has spent more time at Horsetooth this year and quite ritualistically dusted me in most ascents) and nobody broke anything. All told it was a wonderful night with not a single detractor - besides my stinky feet in the car on the way home.






I really cannot wait for this horizon to become home for me. It is so near and common already, but it still very present to me that when the day is over i still have to drive 40 miles north before my night is truly over. Soon, soon.