How I got started...
I stumbled across my very first climbing wall during the first
nationwide Warp Tour. Standing beneath the burning summer sun,
I observed various and sundry dread-locked, sweaty bodies attempt
to climb to the top of a 20-foot high wall. Each participant donned a
strange belt-like apparatus, secured himself to a rope, then proceeded
to scale the steeply inclined surface by grabbing brightly colored
plastic holds that jutted from walls. While I was observing one
particulary determined youth, a California-blonde-type guy wandered
over and asked me if I thought I could climb it. Not in the mood
for attentions from the opposite sex, I curtly answered that of course
I could climb it, that it didn't look too hard, but that the line was
too long. Famous last words.
The guy turned out to be the owner of the rock
wall! He walked me to the front of the line, put a harness on me, and
motioned me to go. That taught me a lesson about boasting. But I did
pretty well for someone who had never climbed before, and I was hooked.
And of course, I ended up with an excellent instructor, although he was,
indeed, from California. ;-)