What is thy bidding, my master?

Going to black mtn this weekend for some wicked bouldering!!!!! Not only that, I'm going with a good group of strong, sick climbing ability friends, so I'm super stoked about seeing some problems being sent.

Let me tell you about black mtn and me. I consider the point where I started climbing to be my "birth". So if the UCSD climbing center wa the womb where I was reborn, Black Mtn is the ancient kung fu master that kicks the living sh*t out of you, kicks the living shi*t out of the sh*t, and then turns around and slaps you around some more from having the sh*t kicked out of you. But in the end you realize that it's all tough love and the kung fu master has taught you the ways of his ancient tradition - and now you are able to have pinch strength of steel, jump over your foes from high heights, and Force Choke yourself. eerrrr.. maybe not that last part.

In short, Black Mtn is where I have learned many things important for my climbing, including staying motivated, respect, patience, and foresight. Many have come but they were not ready for its awesome tutelage and left thinking I was insane for attempting to study at its feet.