I have always tried to think about my first time - yet, it alludes me. Maybe it just wasn't that good? Maybe I just wasn't that good? Maybe it felt forced? Maybe it wasn't a special enough occasion? Maybe it just doesn't matter?
As a guide, I have had the opportunity to guide many people through their first time but it's different for them then it was for me. They are paying me for my services. I'm working them for tips. And everyone involved just hopes that it isn't weird at the end of the day. All I remember from my first time is that I didn't really know or like the people all that much but I was just happy to experience something I never had before.
My roommates and I went climbing the other day. It was their first time, too. Some had climbed in a gym before while others had never put on a harness and were slightly afraid of heights. I was truly excited to take them climbing. I got to guide them through their first time and I got to orchestrate the whole thing. I thought hard about which route would be a great "intro to climbing" route. Maybe Potholes? Naw, too busy. How about the North Ridge of Montezuma's Tower? Nope, too exposed. Maybe Alexi's Climb at the Green Pillars down at Shelf? Definitely not. Then it came to me as if it had been standing in front of me the entire time: Fractured Fairytales. Yes!
I had climbed this twice before and both times it was incredibly enjoyable. Fractured Fairytales is probably the only non-guide route that I've repeatedly climbed in the past 18 months.
Nikki, Kelly and Sylvie had no idea what to expect and that's what I wanted. It would be completely different then anything they had climbed before - if they had even climbed before! 700 feet of pure enjoyable granite slab climbing makes for an awesome first-time story!