My personal crew live in various parts of the world so seeing each other involves a trip on either my part or theirs. This years invasion was blessed with the presence of Sundev and Kat from SLC, followed by the normal returns of Texans, Ema, Lara and Gus who as far as i know, remain in the Grand Wall parking lot as we speak. The Wilder family of Matt, Sandy and Bayes arrived shortly after. Days were spent with locals I rarely got to see despite living in the same town. Charlie Barrett tempted us with his presence, while many a stay I unfortuntely missed.
Climbing was going better than anticipated proving my rehab was paying off. I was listening to the fine line of how much i could or could not do; a balance that changed with each passing week. Listening required self control which has never been my fortay but not wanting injuries to confine me forever, it was mandatory. My climbing days involved a healthy mix of bouldering milage, easy routes and one day a week of harder projecting. Though sometimes frustrating to be falling on things once sent, listening to my body seemed to be working. My fitness and strength were slowly and steadily improving.
Van life is much more pleasant in the summer months. The warmth brings an ease and simplicity that reminds me why I live the way I do. At night, our normally quite zones were surrounded by an increasing number of vans turned mini home showing I wasn't alone with this appreciation.Despite enjoying the company among strangers, trying to find a parking space among the masses made part of me felt like a visitor in my own town. Along with the increased traffic, there was the rhythmic thudding of pile drivers echoing loudly, reminding me of the massive developments underway that were giving Squamish a gentrified facelift.
I started to miss the quietness that was. I wondered what it would feel like being a visitor rather then a local. I liked that idea. Less baggage… I wouldn’t have to care so much about the overwhelming issues in Squamish that bothered me; the proposed LNG terminal in Howe Sound, gentrification and over development, even the situation of our local climbing co-operative weighed heavily. An overwhelming sense of greed plaqued the town and though I felt a strong sense of responsibilty to do something, the thought of moving was appealing. The town of Squamish was changing for the worse, though I don’t know what’s more frustrating: seeing it unfold or watching the majority sit idly by allowing it. Global epidemic of denial, or too obsessed with their own lives to care? Maybe they think themselves too powerless to take a stand? But what if the possibility existed that we could do more; that the power was in us, waiting patiently for us to seize it by its throat...
As life would have it, I received an email informing me that I must move my European van. This meant leaving the summer that I didn’t want to end among other things. Though my return to Europe was inevitably, making a trip just for a van was ludicrous. It had to be gratified with some climbing yet I didn't want to go back until I was completely healed and strong again. I had undone projects which demanded all of me, not half. I was torn between leaving Squamish when some of my favorite people were around, while ditching the van meant making others bear my responsibilities. Though not ideal timing, it was decided. We had to go.Eventually, we managed a couple of tickets and left just as the smoke from the wildfires arrived. It was hard to leave when Squamish was reminding me why I love it, but Europe was a decent runner up. Having not even left, I already looked forward to our return. It would either entail perfect fall conditions, or be wet and dark as hell. Driving away, I looked nostalogically at the smoky coastline and wished for its protection and our safe return. Thanks for reading. 🙂