Goodness! It's been a long time since I thought about rock climbing. I've still got my rack, shoes, and a rope that's been well kept, though at this point I'd only use it for top-roping.
I have to admit, I've never been up a bolted climb. That seemed like cheating. For me the point of rock climbing was to solve the puzzle presented by nature. And to do it without marring the beauty of the area and to leave it unspoilt for the enjoyment of those that would come after me.
Then I had a really bad landing. Broke several bones and really hurt myself. During the recovery, arthritis set in my hands and fingers and I haven't been able to climb anywhere near the level I did before - just too much pain. As a result my enjoyment level dropped substantially and I haven't been climbing since. I should probably sell the rack.
It was about 6 years later that I discovered shooting. This was the very end of '99 when I bought my first gun. Been on a downhill slide ever since, and my wife wonders when the spending will stop. I tell her "Never!"
Anyway, thank you for bringing back some really great memories!
Joel