Why Can’t I Afford My Hobbies?
It’s official. My graduate student salary needs a boost. I just stole Aaron’s pictures from the past month and they served as a painful reminder that I do not have the means to support my hobbies. Exhibit A: Torrey’s Peak.
While I was perfectly comfortable making Class III moves up Kelso Ridge to the top of Torrey’s in my trail runners, I also realized that to wear them up a Class IV route would be next to impossible, not to mention dangerous. Fine, I accepted that and purchased mountaineering boots. Now to do this in winter, I just need crampons, better gloves, a breathable water- and windproof hardshell, softshell, and pants, and an ice axe (oh wait, I already bought that), at the bare minimum. Shit. I haven’t even mentioned the backcountry skis, bindings, skins, and boots that I hope to one day carry up the mountain with me. On to Class V climbing:
While climbing the third flatiron, I realized that I have the great fortune of having friends and coworkers who own climbing gear. In the above picture, I am donning a helmet, harness, ATC, and climbing shoes that I own, but I am also using a rope, slings, locking carabiners, and relying on a trad rack, all of which I one day hope to own. I suppose I could start soloing routes, but then I’d have to add a life insurance policy to the bill. OK, I’m not done yet. Enter bouldering:
Notice the sexy Organic crash pads protecting our falls? Yeah, three people I climb with own them, but they are all leaving in the next year. Last weekend I was also saddened by the hole that is forming in the toe of my left climbing shoe. I taped over it, but they need to be retired in the next two months. I want to replace them with two pairs, a technical bouldering shoe and a more comfortable shoe suited for longer climbs.
Sigh. I’m headed to REI later this week to buy my season ski pass. On the bright side, I think I’m set in terms of ski season gear. As my mom would now encourage me to do, I shall get back to work and studying, because I’m not going to have the time or need for any of this if I fail out of grad school and am forced to leave Colorado. Send money Mom. And the rest of you.
