I want to climb, climbing is fun. Reminds me of a good story
During a sunny weekend trip, a group of climbers decided to tackle a multi-pitch route. One of them, an enthusiastic but perpetually clumsy guy, had recently bought an expensive helmet that he wouldn’t stop talking about. He spent half the hike adjusting the straps and bragging about how aerodynamic it was.
On the first pitch, everything went smoothly until he reached a small ledge. While adjusting his gear, he bent over, and the shiny, perfectly balanced helmet rolled right off his head. It bounced down the face of the cliff like a runaway bowling ball, clanging against the rock for what felt like forever before disappearing into the trees below.
The group watched in silence as the sound faded. Then, without a word, he pulled a sun hat from his pack, cinched it tightly under his chin, and continued climbing like nothing had happened.
Hours later, when they descended, they found the helmet resting neatly at the base of the wall, with a small chip on the side and a family of ants exploring the inside.
The helmet survived. His ego, however, was not quite as well protected.
