I swore I wouldn't do this again

After the tedious hike down the last time I hiked and climbed up Mt Morrison, I swore I would never go up Mt Morrison again.

But there I was, sucking precious oxygen as if I was tackling Mt Everest. It was my own fault; I only have one gear and if I'm not in the red zone, then I feel I'm being lazy.

But it is Easter. And for the past 12 years, I have either skied or climbed something on that day. I knew I was going to go climbing or bouldering, I just didn't know what or where.

So when a helicopter crashed this morning on the top of Mt Morrison, and media was not allowed to shoot the wreckage, well, I knew where and what I was going to do.

Having an objective in mind I made even better time up -- 35 minutes.





Amazing that the instructor and student both walked away with only slight cuts.

It got windy at the top. I got the footage I wanted so down I went. Miraculously I didn't fall this time.





I did have one dizzy moment about 20 feet up a cliff band. Got slightly dizzy because my heart rate was too high to get into highball climbing. I stuck on my slopping ledge for a couple of minutes to calm down a bit before getting to the top of the cliff.

And I swear, this time, I won't climb Mt Morrison again!