It started to get the point where some good friends died, where I started to know people who died climbing .
A friend, Brian Herm*e, died in a tragic accident in Clear Creek Canyon.
A very close friend of mine was belaying him. An extremely accomplished sport climber, Brian called out to his belayer that he was safe once he reached a large ledge at the top of a 70-foot cliff.
He wasn't anchored, however. Follwing his command, his partner took him off belay.
It was March, and still icy in canyons in Colorado.
Brian slipped and fell to his death.
He was 23-years-old.
After this, for a group of us, our lives seemed to spin out of control in various ways - broken relationships/divorces, friends becoming enemies during/after failed expeditions, substance abuse problems, etc.; ending with the death of a very close friend, Richard Pearce, who died in a single car accident on the way to a weekend of climbing outside Gilette, Wyoming. He fell asleep at the wheel.
So I stopped climbing in April, 2002. Sold all my gear (I was a trad climber mostly), excpecting my shoes.
I'm ready to come back, though .
For different reasons now.