If you were to have told me 6 years ago that I would be a well-versed 5.11 climber, and adventurer to boot, I would say I have no idea what you are saying AND that you are crazy. I started rock climbing in a gym mostly, until I took a trip that changed the coarse of my entire life. Jake and I went to Canada in the summer of 2003 to a place called the Bugaboos. Our goal was to hike into a pretty isolated spot, and survive for 3 weeks on only what we could pack with us. Oh and by the way, this spot was high in the mountains, scattered with vast crevasses, avalanche potential, and wildlife to the likes I’ve only seen in the local Zoo.