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How do you know when you’ve had one of the best climbing trips of your life? The answer is that you don’t, until years later when you look back and realize that the experience you had, the people you spent it with, and the lessons you learned have filtered over into the everything else you will later become.
The year was 2006 and Jerel and I ventured to the Wind River Range in Wyoming to climb Pingora Spire. It was a 12 mile hike in to the Cirque of the Towers. We lucked out with the mosquitos as they weren’t bad – I remember hearing horror stories about a particular time of year when they are out in full force but thankfully we avoided that. The camping was idyllic, positioned in a green meadow and close to a waterfall. Overall the climb went well. I think the route was some made up version of the east side and never got harder than 5.7ish. Overall it was a good time and left plenty of ideas in my mind about returning to do more climbing there.
