|On 5/05/2015 Samcross wrote:
>My kids read this stuff, how dare you One day hero!
Good. Time for an alternative interpretation of daddy's hobby.
You kids remember how daddy couldn't take you to soccer because it was super-duper important that he bolt all those new routes? And how all the other climbers would be so happy that daddy had made all those climbs for them to climb?
Well, it turns out that daddy actually didn't find the place at all, bushwalkers had been going there for years. And the reason they liked to go there is that for an hour or so they could sit under a beautiful natural arch, have lunch in the bush, listen to the birds, and pretend that all the horrible parts of our industrial society didn't exist. Obviously, being only a few hundred meters from the road, this place wasn't really in the middle of nowhere. The funny thing about getting away from the concrete and steel and rushing and noise though, is that you can very quickly get the peaceful feeling of being much more distant than you actually are.
Then daddy came along. And he brought with him a little road, and the steel and the concrete, and noisy rushing climbers, and the numbers and the beta, and the "FAAAAARK!!". Then it wasn't a peaceful escape from the crazy world anymore, it was just one more shitty bit of a developed planet, and all the bushwalkers were really sad. Daddy wrecked their peaceful place, and he didn't even put up any quality climbs in the fuching process. Most other climbers don't go to daddy's cliff, because they know life is too short to waste time dicking around on mediocre pox.