When The Wheels Fall Off

A car packed with climbing gear and two incredibly eager climbers set forth on this crazy ride over two weeks ago with one purpose, to drive through the American Southwest and climb until our proverbial wheels fell off. Today, it appears as though we have achieved that goal. Late last night, we left Zion National [...]

A car packed with climbing gear and two incredibly eager climbers set forth on this crazy ride over two weeks ago with one purpose, to drive through the American Southwest and climb until our proverbial wheels fell off. Today, it appears as though we have achieved that goal.

Late last night, we left Zion National Park and headed toward Vegas. Exhausted, we threw up our tent somewhere in the desert and counted our sheep. We woke up to much warmer weather than we had become accustomed to (no snow, rain, etc.) and immediately admitted defeat. My tendons were on strike, my fingertips had been sanded down to pink flesh and I was in overall Central Nervous System failure mode – brain and body spoke different languages and neither was bilingual today. There will be no climbing in Red Rock NP, it was time to call it a trip, or rather time to start planning the next.

Five hours later we were violently tossed back into reality. Assimilating back into suburbia, being thrust into the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles and having to socialize with more than one other person.  It makes the past two weeks feel like a dream, a dream I was crudely awoken from to sit in traffic. This is the beauty of such trips.

The not so glorious part of these trips is the cleanup – if you want to keep playing, you have to take care of your toys. The nitty gritty involved cleaning my tent (pitching a wet tent in the front lawn invokes some awkward stares), hanging my down sleeping bag to air out, washing my uber dirty clothes I had abusively worn and sorting my gear (cams, nuts, inspect harness, rope, climbing shoes, caribiners, slings and webbing). It all eventually gets put away; ready to be pulled out at first whiff of my next climbing trip. About three hours of chores and I was ready to give myself some TLC – a shower and dinner.

Big plans for my rest week: surf, surf, eat, surf,…

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Ilana is a native of Southern California. She is an accomplished rock and ice climber and is the brains behind Thrillseekers Anonymous. Currently residing in Colorado, she is a Registered Surgical/Trauma Nurse, who can be found leading her own adventures on days off. Ilana is a sponsored athlete with GoMacro, WoolX, and an Arcteryx Denver ambassador. She has been featured in various media outlets including the February 2015 issue of ‘Climbing’ magazine, December 2013 issue of ‘Rock and Ice’ magazine, December/January 2013 issue of ‘Gripped Climbing’ magazine, Canyoneering: A Guide to Techniques for Wet and Dry Canyons (How To Climb Series) by Dave Black and Pasadena Magazine as well as a Climbing Expert on MTV’s Parental Control (Season 7 – “Heather”).

Ilana has written 111 articles for Thrillseekers Anonymous.

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