The Revolution of the Wife

Our "secret" spot

It's challenging keeping up one blog, yet my wonderful husband does just that with impressive diligence - check out Hokma.  Anyway, one blog is a time commitment - two is a time suck.  So, I will become the predominant updater of our joint blog, and in doing so will revolutionize it into what I want to write about....which honestly varies by the minute, so watch out.  Here is the feminine version of the Tales of Adventure, Laughter and Woe of the Colorado Grozas......

Brandon making his way up WI4+ (perhaps)

 Over the past few weeks, we have thrown ourselves into ice climbing.  Well, Brandon has become addicted to the sport, spending his waking hours sifting through MountainProject suggested flow locations and local ads selling used gear.  I tag along for the ride and enjoy experiencing the glow from his joy - much like the warmth one radiates after a bad sunburn.  Its wonderful to see him come alive as he embraces this newest adventure, and I try to be as excited about the latest ice climbing video or a new technique he's read about. 

Enjoying a beautiful day on the ice

Truth is, ice climbing is a blast!  The movement is fun and physical, the experience is exhilarating and the clear crisp days outside enjoying the company of my joyous husband can not be replaced.  

 Ice climbing would perhaps gain in its popularity if it wasn't so uncomfortable.  It is expressed in the name itself, however I would like to draw particular attention to the fact that ice climbers climb ice.  Ice is very cold, and for mother nature to create such a medium, it must be very cold.  

Marissa making her way

I don't do well in the cold.  I have learned the art of layering, the magic of hand and feet warmers and at times the desperation to do phenomenal dances coupled with aerobic feats at the base of climbs in vain attempt to warm myself.  Brandon does well with the cold, at least he doesn't complain.  But the cold can be conquered....what I have yet to master is how to avoid a phenomena, yet to be fully understood even by the brightest minds in medicine, called the screaming barfies.  

Oh yes, this is where people ask themselves....why would you partake in a sport affiliated with something as crude (and horrendous sounding) as the screaming barfies?  Well, frankly that's a pretty good question.  

As far as I've been able to understand, the screaming barfies is the complete loss of any sort of communication between brain and hands - and then with the sudden reestablishment of feeling, its as if hands are the hurt lover of the brain and through nerves have decided to get their revenge - what results is excruciating pain, that feels a bit like a mix of the worst pins and needles of your life while being scalded with boiling water.  This often results in nausea and dry heaves.  This experience is the result of the blood in your hands following the law of gravity and pooling somewhere other than your hands....this coupled with cold temperatures and grasping the ice tools results in previously described screaming barfie-hood. 

Mixed climbing at Clear Creek

Brandon is phenomenally gifted at this new passion - already leading challenging ice, climbing difficult routes and beginning to cut his teeth at dry tooling - a style of climbing demanding a lot of physical strength and technique.   The best part is how much he is loving this new hobby.  I am enjoying learning a new sport and being the belay slave/photographer on our outings. 

Well there will be more to come from the feminine side of the Groza duo.