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Tow Truck Confidential

Damn, it feels good to be back. On the road, that is.

I haven’t written in a while, mostly because I’ve been doing my best to keep busy since we arrived back to the Bay Area. If I am doing other stuff, I don’t think about climbing. If I don’t think about climbing, I don’t get sad. Good plan. Right?

Meh, it was an okay plan, but it’s the best one I could think of under a looming depression. Well, that sounded depressing. Let’s go with hovering depression. More hovering than looming. Anyway…

I show no perceptible signs of injury (albeit a slightly swollen left middle finger). I am also not hindered or unable to do anything else except for climb. The single thing I’ve obsessed over and devoted the majority of my time to this past year. I guess I should mention that I also can’t give people the middle finger with my left hand, but that bothers me slightly less. 😉

Not climbing naturally creates an emptiness that I’ve been desperately trying to fill.

I’ve picked up as many work shifts as possible. I caught up with friends, some of whom I haven’t seen in years. I went back to San Diego to visit my parents for an entire week, something I haven’t done since I landed my job in 2009. I even bought a bike and went on my first trail ride. Not surprisingly, I simultaneously had my inaugural bike crash.

All of this really did not work. I still felt weird. Out of place.

I know the exact moment when I felt better. Just sit tight for a few paragraphs…

Spenser and I left Berkeley on Saturday, June 22nd and decided to take the slow and windy coastal route up the California coast to Shelter Cove. We met Patrick Ford there, a friend of Spenser’s since high school who wasr backpacking down the Lost Coast.

After meeting up with Rachel Belschner (remember her from our Colorado adventures?) at Lost Rocks, we decided to keep heading north- the weather had turned sour making camping a not-so-pleasant experience and climbing completely out of the question. After another day and night of rain, we had made it up to Pacific City, Oregon. Feeling a bit downtrodden and cold, we stopped at Pelican Pub & Brewery for a quick pick-me-up.

Before hitting the road again, we decided there was an opportunity in Pacific City (besides the Tsunami White Russians we could not pass up): cars are allowed on the beach. So off went Spenser, the truck, and the trailer. What followed is best shown through photos.

Just a nice Oregon beach day.

Pre-ride: just a normal Oregon beach day. The clouds and on/off again rain don’t stop the surfers in this state!

Spenser starts his ride.

Spenser starts to ride.

Joy ride continues. Look who's having a great time.

The joy ride continues smoothly. Look who’s having a great time.

Keep on truckin'

Picturesque, isn’t it?

Oh look, it's Rachel with her Suby!

Oh look, it’s Rachel in her Subie in the distance!

You're really going for it, aren't you, Spenser?

You’re really going for it, aren’t you, Spenser?

Hmm...

Well, shit.

Maybe Rachel's Suby can help?

Maybe Rachel’s Subie can help? It has All-Wheel Drive… Maybe not.

Maybe this Jeep with 4WD can help?

Maybe this good Samaritan and his Jeep with 4WD can help? Hmm…maybe not.

Maybe the tide is getting real close there.

Maybe the tide is getting real close there.

Okay, this guy can definitely help. Bad Boys Towing to the rescue!

Okay, this guy can definitely help. Dan from Bad Boys Towing to the rescue! And I quote Dan, “this is what we do.” Phew, we’re not the only idiots.

Jump shot, bitches.

Rachel with the ump shot while Bert is being pulled from the sand inch by inch.

Towing.

Up go the truck n’ trailer.

Separation. And tires being deflated.

This is more work than Dan expected. Necessary separation of the truck and trailer followed by the deflation of our tires to give us more traction.

Everybody's deflating their tires.

Even Dan had to deflate the tow truck’s tires! …It was a soft sand day.

What I don’t have pictures of is the final half hour where Dan had to tow the truck and trailer out of the sand separately.

After it was all over, Rachel, Spenser, and I sat in the Pelican Brewery parking lot, looked at each other and started cracking up. Don’t get me wrong, there was lots of laughing during the entire experience, but it was tension-filled laughing. This was complete-relief-laughing. The kind that only happens after you dig yourself out of some deep shit.

The sand was soft. The truck was 2WD. The rest is a memory the three of us (and probably Dan, the tow truck man) will remember forever. I guess, priceless? Even though it did cost a pretty penny to get towed.

And that was it. The moment of pure happiness. The moment I felt better.

I’ve been thinking about why it was that moment. The moment of manufactured euphoria.Why do we create problems that we then have to solve? So many more questions loom in my head, but I think what I take away from the experience is that there was forced but true human interaction. There was no BS. There was 100% trust and a single mission that all parties involved were completely dedicated to. I think that’s rare in a society where everyone is taught a fend-for-yourself attitude and I seem to crave this type of contact.

I know what you’re going to say- Dan the tow truck man was doing this for money. Well, sure but it’s beside the point. Spenser and I didn’t want to pay for a new trailer, so you could say we were doing it for the money also. My point is that this was completely out of my mind while we were all working together to dig the truck and trailer out of the sand.

My needs and philosophical musings aside, I’m happy to be back on the road (Spenser is too :)). We’ve been in Portland since last Tuesday staying at the lovely Alana Kambury’s house (who we met the same day we met Rachel in Colorado) and I even climbed Mt. Adams over the weekend for Alana’s birthday celebration (blog post about that up next). At this exact moment, we’re on the I-5 heading for Seattle and then continuing up to Squamish on Tuesday evening. I’m also going to start climbing again soon, which, of course, is raising my spirits. The sloper traverses are calling my name…

Shawl to cut the glare. Yes, this is interstate blogging.

Shawl to cut the glare. Yes, this is interstate blogging.

How have others out there dealt with not being able to climb (or whatever else you might be obsessed with!) for an extended period of time? Any tips from the climbers out there on how to slowly get back into it after a pulley injury?

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6 thoughts on “Tow Truck Confidential

  1. meannie on said:

    i feel ya, vikki. i haven’t climbed since TGS Las Vegas. just the other day, i was curious if i could put pressure on my finger, and nope. fortunately, i have a kiddo to keep me totally occupied. but if you have any healing tips, do share (that don’t involve slopers, pls…) meanwhile, keep blogging! i’d work from the interstate any day!

    • Vikki Glinskii on said:

      Thanks, Annie! I’m sad I missed you in Portland 😦 But since I only got about 1 day to spend in the city, we WILL be back! I’m sorry to hear about your finger, it’s such a frustrating injury. Acupressure rings, Theraputty, and (sadly) slopers are the route to recovery! Also, massage (of course) with many people recommending Arnica oil, specifically. Keep me posted on how you’re doing! At least the lil’ tyke is keeping you busy, but I need you climbing again by the time I’m back in Portland so we can go crimp something hehe. Tiny women unite! 😉

  2. I’ve got the same injury you do, girl, and it totally sucks – especially since I wasn’t as diligent with rest and recovery as you have been.

    Luckily, I think getting hurt has been a really really good thing because instead of number chasing, I just go to things that are fun & not tweaky. I’d overlooked so many easy things because they weren’t ‘worth the grade’ but when they were the only things I could climb, I was stoked! I’m just starting to pull harder now, but I think the most important thing getting back into it is taking twice as long as you normally would to warm up and be extra cautious about any sort of discomfort. Speedy recoveries, friend!

    • Vikki Glinskii on said:

      NooooOOoo! I’m so sad to hear that you’re also injured, Lauren!! When did you hurt your pulley? Do you think you fully tore it? I started climbing yesterday and it feels SO good. Thanks for the tips!! Thankfully, my finger seems to be holding up pretty well- I think staying off of it for 2.5 months was the right idea. Not to mention, the slopers in Squamish are quite inviting for pulled tendons. I totally know what you mean about number chasing – it’s been incredibly freeing to not be held back by that…at least for the moment 😉 When’s the road trip over for you?! Keep pulling harder and stay healthy love!! xx

      • It’s pathetic – I hurt it in February in Bishop, continued to climb on it, and didn’t give the pain much thought until multiple friends told me I really REALLY should lay off…oops! I am thinking full tear only because it hurts to do anything to it – even trying to straighten it hurts. Thankfully I’m home now -and happy to be- but I leave again in 2 weeks to move to Boulder! We’ll have to meet up in the mountain west when you all come back stateside 🙂

      • Vikki Glinskii on said:

        Good luck with the move and keep your finger in check! We will definitely have to meet up when we come across the northern US! Loving your blog BTW..going to try the black bean cakes ASAP 🙂

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