Although I spent two months working on the van, a week driving across the country, and numerous stops along the way, Squamish has always been the goal. But as I finally found myself headed to the Canadian border, the weather in B.C. suddenly turned sour. A week of rain was ahead of me. I pulled over in a truck stop near Eugene, OR for the night and to reassess my priorities. On the one hand I really wanted to get to Squamish, it’s been my driving force for months. On the other hand, hanging out at the base of the cliffs in the rain and not being able to climb would be heartbreaking. Well, if I didn’t go to Squamish, what else could I do? By complete coincidence I happened to be only two hours from Smith Rocks where Grant and Emily were spending the week. I didn’t know much about Smith, but I’d heard it’s pretty old school. Scary sport climbing, right?