Walking up to the base of Freerider, I felt rested, light, but increasingly nervous. Two years ago, Iβd never climbed a single big wall. Seven months ago, Iβd never rope soloed a single pitch of climbing. Iβd still never soloed a big wall in any way, shape, or form: aid, free, French free. Yet hereβ¦
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