I've been a soloist for years, to me its pure, its just me and the mountains I'm climbing. I find the depth of thought and the focus on the art at hand is one without distractions. The further out I am both in actual distance and difficultly, the more I emmerse myself mentally and physically. While I appreciate the safety concerns of parents and spouses, I share in none of these as a single person. I never leave plans with anyone, I relish in the fact that I'm on my own, this level of commitment ensures I practice my craft to the best of my abilty at all times. My most memorable climb to date was an accident I had out west. Sitting there injured, assessing my situation, left me in a state of true appreciation of the wilderness I was in. The stakes of that day, allowed me to extract myself in a systematic way, using many of the skills I've never had to tap into. After reaching the road, I wondered at what could have been and realized either outcome was worth it. We all climb for different reasons, we all have our limitations, me, I'm all in, I want it all, the wonder, the unknown, and the chance to put it all out there, any chance I get.