Yesterday as I drove north away from Las Vegas I could remember, in shocking detail, how it felt 3 long months ago when I first arrived back in Sin City. I remember first seeing the lights of the strip as I passed over the apex, southbound on I-15, so excited for the long nights ahead. I remembered forcing myself not to use my iPhone whilst finding my way back to Summerlin, in an attempt to prove that my Vegas coordinates were still running strong. I remember first opening the door on a familiar house with familiar stuff and smiling, familiar faces. I was so stoked to be in Vegas again.
It's funny how short, or how long a trip can seem. Here I am back in snowy Boulder and it's like I never left- all of my Boulder memories are fresh, except, what happened to the Christmas tree? But when I look over all that happened in Vegas I'm shocked that it was only a quarter of the year. I fell short of my climbing goals unfortunately, but I easily filled in the void with other life experience -- it's important to remember that climbing is only part of it. Vegas was sweet, as it always is. Something tells me that I'll be back before long and it'll be like nothing changed... I'm psyched already!
As with every time that you're preparing for a move, it's been a hectic week. I managed to get back into the hills and bolt another rad looking route, but, just like its neighbor it'll have to wait until my return. For the first time I've got bolted projects lined up and ready for me over in the East and here in the West. It's super motivating!
|yeah, seriously I ate like a cowboy. can o beans on an open fire.
|Sunrise Panorama of Red Rocks
|joekindkid.com photo. me looking all ridiculous as par usual
I had one (or two) more drinks with some of the Vegas crew on Sunday night before I packed up early and hit the road yesterday. I've got a little more than a week to chill out here in Boulder before I take off for 2 months in France. Damn... crazy life! I love it.