When I was seventeen, I was invited to drive to Boulder, Colorado with my climbing partner / mentor for a weekend of cragging. Specifically, he wanted to try a route in the Flatirons called The Five Year Plan, a steep finger and hand crack that was near the highest end of the grade scale at that time. I remember thinking that it was a stupid name, and t…
The Five Year Plan
Looking Down the Road and Then Looking Back at Your Feet
