There was a cliff near my home that about 40 feet high and 1/2 mile long.

When I was about 13 or 14 years old, an older friend asked me to go scrambling up the cliff with him. In retrospect it was probably class 4.

We turned it into a game. We climbed up the cliff, walked 30 feet long the top and then down-climbed, walked 30 feet along the base and climbed back up. Up and down, up and down.

Eventually we started looking to steeper and higher cliffs and bought a rope.

Hi all,

I just have started climbing. Hope it will be fun for me as well. You guys are inspiration for me.

Its all about the mountains themselves

Just one encounter, just one glance at their majestry

Just one touch of glacier's cold calm air

and you are jaded

you can't quit

you never ever breather without these feelings