Old stomping grounds.

Then new paint job of a year and a half old hiding the adventures of my many hours spent grunting, sweating, chalking, and throwing is the first thing to catch my eye as I walk through a door from my memory. I haven't been here for coming up on nearly a year and a half to two years. I take it in as the youth playing the same games that I played at their age. Showing the testosterone that there bodies are just starting to produce. Going for the biggest most aggressive moves to try and grab attention. As for myself I am lured now by the smoothest most graceful lines. Making the moves as fluidly as my out of shape oxygen deprive muscles will allow. For me it has been a while since I have moved with any distinguishable steadiness due to a good year on the river and an injury to boot. My session today began around 4:30pm. A slower time where the mothers and fathers are just finishing there circuits before the rush of youth and strength ascend to send.
The group that is the influence of each and every line in this place starts to assemble. Dressed in their down and beanies soon to be removed to reveal the liberating attire of free movement. People like Chris, Luke, Amy, and many others in this very unique and diverse group. Some of these characters have been around these valley since I was the awe struck punk kid the inspired. There are also a few older faces that I used to spend nights creating with to keep the masses intrigued and satisfied. Sometimes we would be in this place with a fresh canvas just cleaned by the those thirsty to drink what we will create for the cricus that will be coming to town to showcase their talents. 24 hours of twisting and tweaking tightening an removing. One hold father will make the movement work just right.
The mood almost changes like people changing shifts at work. Exactly as I remember it when I was the most permanent fixture here. The light outside goes down as the chalk content in the air rises. It is time to send. In one night I would send all but five of the lines the place has to offer. Hitting the point of failure but not satisfied resting and doing it again. At one point I looked up and watched through the air filled chalk and watched and was transported back to age 22. This place was my home I just slept somewhere else. Getting re acquainted with more then just old friends, the way my body moved on this wall was just like a reunion. 5 hours later its is time to leave. This trip to The Front climbing club was the best session of climbing I have had in a long time.