The old days

I was just sitting here waiting for a friend and looking through A friend of mine named Bob AKA "Psyhco Bob" Now Bob is the true embodyment of a climber. I would love to be as hard core as he is. You see bob lives down in central utah where I used to go to school. One day my roomates and I were up maple canyon playing on a 5.13 a/b called Captain Bullet. Bob comes driving up and we get to talking. I noticed his movements were very difficult. I asked him about it and he told me this story. He was out bolting a route one day as he had done hundreds of times before. He rapped in and began to do his thing when something went wrong. Not sure really what happened Bob decked from about 45 feet Paralyzing him from the waist down. He has since gained movment back in one of his legs but has very little control of the other. Now here is why this guy is climbing. I have seen him lead 5.10s were he will stop clip abolt clip the rope then proceed to grab his bad leg and and move it by had and smear his knee on the rock and pull trough it. You will never hear him wine about it. He lives as though he were pulling hard .14s. Anyways, check out his site. killerclimbs.com there is a shot of yours truely in the photo section on Captain Bullet. Of course this is back a while in the fall of 2001 it was my second thirteen ever. I ended up campusing the crux. The stories I could tell you from having three roomates that climb and where really dedicated to it. Wow the strange mis adventrures that we had.