Month: January 2017

Tumbleweed in the Wind

A great deal can change over the course of 365 days. In 2016, the biggest change of all was moving out of my van and into a house. For the past four and a half years I had lived full-time on the road. I had happily given up indoor plumbing and eight foot ceilings for the flexibility of climbing wherever I wanted. Seasonal jobs filled my pockets with enough money to satisfy my gas tank and my belly. I chased sunny weather from the mountains of Wyoming to the deserts of Nevada. I climbed in California’s golden sunshine and on the blushed sandstone walls of Utah. For so long, my life was in this crazy orbit, revolving around rock climbing; climb-eat-sleep-repeat felt so embedded in the marrow of my bones. I defined myself by this lifestyle, so, with the transition from van to house, it was hard to ignore the subtle fog of self-doubt and uncertainty that settled over me. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that a small piece of my identity had been …