Jaded

Yesterday was one of the hottest days of the year. I spent most of the day digging holes to put in footers for signs at work. After work J and I took a quick trip to White Rock. White Rock at most is about thirty feet high. It has large amounts of lichen and other crap on it. We each led one and followed one it was the first time I'd climbed in along while and it just felt so natural to be out on the rock with my friend. We talked about big goals and life and found that it really wasn't so hot out after all.

J told me about his recent trip out west were he went climbing with some Jackson Hole locals, who chose there cliff based on it's short approach which turned out to be a 2 minute walk to 150 foot sport cliffs. It struck me how the easy access to amazing mountain terrain had jaded them to the point where they could not appreciate the amazing beauty that was around them.

If this post is about anything it is about how I don't want to becaome jaded. I don't want become so "sophisticated" or "experienced" that I can not appreciate that which is good or mysterious or holy. I want to live my life in such a way that I will always appreciate how amazing it is that I can live in such a place in such proximity to my friends that leaving work at 5, climbing two pitches, and makeing our dinner plans seems like the best post work evening I could imagine.