First off we didn’t move to Boulder. I just saw that announcement from a couple we follow on Instagram. This announcement is not uncommon in our limited circle, it’s not always Boulder, but it’s always somewhere along the lines of Boulder. I wish we were moving to Boulder. All climbers either move to, try to move to, or wish they were moving to “Boulder”. I write this for and because of them.
An ode to every climber I’ve ever met.
Another year of training and I’m a little bit older, I think this is the year that I’ll move to Boulder.
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but there is something better about the sunsets in Boulder.
I found a new line and maybe I’ll bolt her, my greatest idea was moving to Boulder.
I sold all my stuff, and I’m a van title holder, #Vanlife is welcome by the locals in Boulder.
I forgot insulation and the nights grow colder, no one told me it’s this chilly in Boulder.
That hairpin was tight, and I couldn’t quite hold her, driving is tricky on the mountains in Boulder.
#Vanlife was fun but now it’s all over, I never thought I would be homeless in Boulder.
Thank God that my friends don’t mind a freeloader, at least climbing is free in beautiful Boulder.
I can’t stand my roommates and I blew out my shoulder, this is not how I envisioned my life here in Boulder.
I’m acquiring debt in a giant bill-folder, life is expensive when your living in Boulder.
I reached out to my Dad because he’s a shareholder, he sent a bus ticket heading straight home from Boulder.
Boulder didn’t work out and I feel kinda bad, but I’m saving some cash next year it’s Moab.
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