Some of you might have wondered about the two landscape photos on my Floral Friday post. Those photos were taken on a Via Ferrata Climb at Nelson Rocks in West Virginia on Wednesday.
My 49th birthday was Tuesday, and hubs got me a new camera (which I actually have had for a month or so, since he got it early), that I had been wanting to take on a climb. A friend agreed to go with me on this crazy adventure, and so, off we went.
I’ve done this climb once before three years ago at the age of 46, and I loved it. It was thrilling and beautiful, and I expected nothing less the second time around. But the second time around, I’m three years older, a little slower and not quite as strong.
One of the things I like about rock climbing is the mental effort it takes. Just enough to push all other worries out of your mind, but not so taxing that it’s exhausting. But now I had a great camera to take pictures with, and I wasn’t prepared for juggling worrying about my footing with worrying about my camera, and getting the photos I wanted. By the time we crossed the bridge, which is a little over halfway, I felt like a puddle of jelly. My friend, who had reservations at the beginning of the climb, turned out to be very agile and nimble.
The view on the way up the first wall was beautiful. We were a little early for the reds, but the yellows and golds painted the countryside in magnificent colors.
This is the notch in the rock that creates a 180 degree turn. You can see on the left the rung in the rock. The difficulty in this maneuver was the fact that you couldn’t see all the rungs to reach for them.
Once through the notch and around to the other side, you can see the other fin of shale rising out of the earth. This was our next destination.
And we were to get there by crossing a bridge…
Carrie decided to go first. By the time I started to cross, though, the wind picked up. And by the time I got to the end, it was buffeting something fierce. I wanted a picture from the middle of the bridge, but I was too chicken with all the swaying that was going on.
This was the summit, which you reach by hiking at the end of the climb. A great reward for hanging in there.
My hair was going crazy, and I didn’t realize that until I looked at some of my photos where my hair is in the picture. Live and learn….
This was the hike down after reaching the summit. The first 30 minutes or so is very steep, until it flattens out. It was a great day, and I would like to do it again and am considering a climb in the snow, which my oldest says he might just do with me. Good thing, I might need someone to push, pull or otherwise drag me. We’ll see…