I found myself back in Fayette County, WV, at the trail head of Endless Wall. This time the aim was different. I was not to hike the upper edge of the mountainous tower, but to escalate down a story, to the place where climbers commune and set out to conquer giant crags. It’s November, the first snow pattering on the rhododendron leaves. I made my way to the climbing trail, heading down a steep hill. Painted iron ladders peek from cold grey rock, leading down natural channels and tunnels.
Making my way down the rungs of icy metal is enough of a thrill to me at this stage. I have yet to rock climb, but I have spoke to many friends about it. They speak in a foreign tongue, calling rocks crags or boulders, yammering about features, belays and jugs. I have no intention to climb today. Though, I have been drawn to rocks lately. I have been grabbing onto a small boulders that I pass on hikes, gripping narrow ledges with all my strength, hanging motionless like a baby animal clinging to it’s mother. I’m only 4 feet off the ground and I’m daydreaming of when a expert climber will slow down for a green bean like myself. I own no ropes or harnesses, just a curiosity and a intuitive knowing that it would be a incredible thrill, a boost of confidence, a surge of endorphins. Seeing the anchors drilled into the sides of the boulders of Endless Wall only made me realize more that it’s all possible and all right here in West Virginia.
Every turn, another wall to climb, another path. The hike itself was top notch and the fuel it gave my curiosity about climbing, insurmountable. Research and practice know no season. Endless Wall, see you next time. The leaves may be green and the wind warm. I might just have a rope in tow.