Under the ever-protecting gaze of Mount Sopris, myself and many other Carbondaleans have found a life of peace in this beautiful town. To me Carbondale was my second chance at life, my saving grace. I proudly call this mountain haven my home and the birthplace of my passion: rock climbing.
I still remember the first pair of shoes I bought at Ragged Mountain Sports, the first time I tied into a rope, and the first mountain I climbed. I could explain how this town was and is the catalyst to my climbing lifestyle, but I would like to tell it through the eyes of a few people that walk among us. My heroes and my friends, they are the undercover bonecrushers, aka, the climbers that ride just under the radar that “crush” at climbing. They exist, quietly supporting a family, or working in a gear shop to make their dreams a reality. They don’t need to be in the limelight, and often prefer to avoid it entirely. There are not just a handful, but a bucketful of world-class athletes, drinking beer with us on Friday nights. Here are a few of their stories.
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