"Yeah man, I'm kind of done with this."
That was a pretty common response from me when it came to top roping 5.6 cracks at Turkey Rocks. My first trip to Turkey rocks was Summer/Fall of 2011 and for a long time it was also my last trip. Johnson was a fan of Turkey Rocks and a fan of crack climbing; me, not so much. I knew Johnson was a bit disappointed to hear that I didn't really like crack climbing but I couldn't help it. I gave it a shot and I tried. Ever since my first introduction to crack climbing at The Columns in Eugene, OR I just wasn't a fan. So, I dedicated my time to sport climbing and face climbing.
Then one day in 2011 Johnson wanted to head out trad climbing at Turkey Rocks. "It's the best consolidated crack climbing in all of Colorado!" he would say ecstatically. "Oh, alright..." I replied. Simply put, I just wasn't ready for crack climbing last summer. I was making huge progress in my sport climbing and multipitch ability and skills so why would I want to stop to start all over again? I didn't.
Then a few months ago, I graduated from college; my climbing partner exiled to the Saskatchewan; and I was living in the gateway to the South Platte. Johnson had a open and closed case: we lived withing 5 miles of each other and with the hopes of doing some truly BA alpine climbing in Canada at the end of the summer, Johnson knew I needed to start working on my gear placements, crack climbing, and trad-lead confidence.
Sure enough, a week ago we found ourselves at the base of the Turkey Perch looking to knock out as many climbs as possible. By the end of the (long and tiring) day we both lead 3 routes; nothing harder than 5.8. As we were hiking out I couldn't help but tell Johnson that I had started to grow fond to crack climbing - and I knew hearing that was the best part of Johnson's day.