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Being a climber in Pennsylvania can prove to be difficult. There are not that many gyms, the community is pretty small, and it rains more than Seattle. We are obviously not a state known for our rocks, but we cherish every one. This atmosphere in Pennsylvania has however built a strong community of climbers. Having this tight knit community around me in my formative years has built within me an appreciation for every aspect of climbing. As I have ventured away from my community I have learned that for me it has become about the people you meet and the places you go. In my most recent adventures I have met some of the most incredible people, and climbed in the most breathtaking places.
I started climbing when I was 17, in the town of Emmaus, Pennsylvania. On a hillside above town, a hand full of granitic gneiss boulders sat waiting for me to discover them. From the first time I scrambled over them in my sneakers I knew I was hooked. I gave up every other hobby I had in the pursuit of climbing. I even traded higher education to spend more time on the rock. I skipped class whenever the weather would allow, and my quick progression through climbing grades was more than enough of an excuse to rationalize the trade-off.
Struggling and overcoming a challenge, has continued to motivate me to get the most out of my life on the rock. It is addicting to take something that seems impossible and turn it into something you have on autopilot. After 7 years of climbing, I feel like that same enthusiasm I found on those granite boulders on a remote hillside is still present through all my goals and endeavors.
I’m writing this in the middle of my 9th trip across the country and I wouldn’t be here if it were not for climbing.
To follow my adventures, follow me on instagram @snaxmyder
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