When and how did you get into climbing and what kept you interested / fascinated in the sport?
I started climbing at the end of my senior year of high school, right after my 18th birthday. At first, it was pretty casual, just climbing in the gym with some friends who had recently started going. I made friends at the gym who eventually took me outside to Smith Rock, and when I moved to Bellingham for university the following fall, I really started getting into climbing. I worked at the gym and spent weekends up in Squamish, where I met so many people through climbing and van life.
I ended up taking a year off from school to travel and climb. That year turned into two, and now this fall will be my third year living in a van and climbing full-time.
I think my whole life I’ve felt that “itch” that a lot of climbers talk about, the desire to keep moving, traveling, and seeing new places. I love pushing myself and trying hard, but what really pulled me into climbing was the community and the lifestyle. There’s something really special about traveling and building such a deep community around climbing.
Who was your childhood hero and do you consider yourself a role model now? Does it influence you at all that other people look up to you?
My childhood and life hero is definitely my dad. He has always been the person I go to with all my news, good and bad, and the person I seek out when I need advice. He is also a great climber, although I never climbed with him as a kid, and has always been a huge role model for me. Being able to look up to him in climbing and share so many of my hobbies and passions with him is something I’m incredibly grateful for.
What were the most important milestones in your life so far, both in climbing and in everyday life? Did you immediately recognize them as such or only later on?
One of my biggest milestones in life was graduating high school. I wasn’t always sure that I would. I struggled a lot in school and felt a little lost in my path when I was younger. I didn’t have much in my teenage years that felt inspiring to me, and I struggled with motivation. So graduating and getting accepted into college is something I’m really proud of, both in the moment and looking back now.
Along with that, finding climbing and figuring out what I’m passionate about has been a huge milestone for me. Being able to find something I know I want to spend my life doing is something I think everyone hopes for. Looking back, moving into my van and taking the leap to travel and climb full-time was also a huge turning point for me.
What were your greatest failures / setbacks / injuries? How did you cope with them and how did you come back from them?
When I was 15, I almost lost my right foot in a silly accident. I spent over a year dealing with the fear of infection and the possibility of losing my foot, along with three surgeries after the initial one to try to make my ankle strong and mobile again. My most recent surgery was just a few months after I started climbing, which sucked a lot. I remember taking a family trip out to Smith before going in for the surgery and sending “Panic Attack” 12a. My first of the grade and I was so upset knowing that I would have to take 7-8 months off from my new hobby, post surgery.
It’s something I’m still learning to navigate, especially because climbing is such a foot and ankle intensive sport. Sometimes it can be hard to push myself as hard as I want to when there’s still that fear of re-injury in the back of my mind. At the same time, climbing has helped me rebuild a lot of trust in my body and what it’s capable of.
What is you favorite climbing related story / experience?
My favorite climbing-related story/experience is for sure my solo of the Nose. I remember listening to some stories of Soline Kentzel (another EDELRID athlete) talking about her solo ascent the year before. At the time, I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around what it meant to solo a wall.
The idea kinda came quickly to me, and for better or for worse, without a lot of thought or planning. I kind of just decided I was going to start up. Then, 48 hours later, I was on the wall, with minimal packing and very little information on what it meant to solo something like El Cap.
Pitch 1 was the first pitch of soloing I had ever done and only my second time putting my system together. Time one being the night before in the lodge parking lot.
I started at sunrise, and within the first 4-hours it took me to make it to sickle I had lost a #1, rapped the wrong end of my rope, and got my rope stuck twice. Sitting on the ledge with my bag looking at the fixed lines down, I was so tempted to rap down, go back to bed, and never tell anyone I had gone up that morning, but another party bailing from Sickle convinced me to “just make it…Do lt!!”
I decided to spend the night and see how I felt in the morning. It wasn't until I had finished changing corners that I knew I would make it to the top. I spent 3 nights convinced something would go wrong, and I would be rappelling to the ground in the morning.
Topping out felt surreal.