Winter with its dipping temps and howling winds was really starting to wear me out. Luckily, I was invited to interview at a grad school in San Diego. The perfect excuse to say ‘hullo’ to the Pacific Ocean and check out the local climbing gym.
After a drive out to the coast to catch some sunshine & iodine, I got back into my rental, an adorable blue Mini with white racing stripes, and headed to , one of San Diego’s many climbing gyms, and as the internet kindly informed me, its best.
Though not as big & glorious as our own Brooklyn Boulders, the bouldering at Vertical Hold was no joke, with a slew of caves, topouts, and sandbagging that could break a girl’s heart. I busted out my usual repertoire of hand-foot matches, lockoffs, and even threw in a pogo for good measure, but still didn’t manage to send a single V3. Oh well, the local surfer boys were still impressed!