And we’re back in Denver.
Last night Ayo and I landed at Denver International Airport about seven minutes apart. She was returning from even more camp gigs with Faces of Israel, while I was on my way back from a trip visiting family in New York.
Highlights of my trip included a three-month-late surprise birthday party for my dad (with family at my grandma’s place), seeing friends, and taking my brother Yoni climbing. He had only climbed indoors prior, so I was willing to haul my gear to New York to let him experience the other side.
We went out in disgustingly humid weather to the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area, specifically to a place called Rick’s Rocks. There are a lot of good top roping routes there, and I taught Yoni the basics of anchor building as we set up. After doing his first rappel, the climbing was on. At first not realizing that cracks in the rock were actually helpful things, Yoni was stymied for a bit toward the bottom of the first climb (Blairstown Crack), but once I had mercy and told him that the crack exists for him to jam body parts into he got the hang of it.
Fun times. I’ll be taking him again.
Funny anecdote: One of the TSA agents that saw a 200′ rope strapped to my pack got really frustrated with the rules. “I can’t believe that you can bring that on a plane. Sure – bring a rope that you can tie everyone up with… But God help you if you bring a tiny pair of dull scissors! This is so dumb!”