Poem by Dylan Jones – Photos by Gabe DeWitt

‘Twas the first day at Coopers, and all through the woods
The climbers were out trying to bag up the goods;
Spotters huddled round the crash pads with care,
In hopes that success would ring through the air;The toes were nestled all snug in their shoes,
While visions of moves in their heads they would cruise;
My friends in their beanies, and I in my cap,
Had just reawakened from the long winter’s nap,
From the top of the rocks there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the pad to see what was the matter.I danced up the crux of the route in a flash,
And mantled the top out to avoid a big crash.

The send train was chuggin’ along this hard route,
Another climber topped out with a shout.

The sun hit the rocks with a bright yellow gold,
Gave energy to all climbers, new young and old,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
A puffy-clad crusher with a six pack of beer.

He tossed up a can of cold IPA,
And showed up with plenty of beta to spray.“This crimp, that nubbin, a high foot and lock off!
Mono pocket, grab the jug and stay tight or you’ll pop off!
Through the thin crux, to the top of the wall!
Now send it, my bro, and go crush them all!”
The wind picked up fiercely, it was somewhat surprising,
The drop in temps meant the friction was rising.
The camera came out, we didn’t have to barter,
Hopes of a sick pic meant we’d try a little harder.

We donned our bright layers and chalked up our hands,
And took some deep breaths before the vertical dance.

With sore feet and raw tips we ended our play,
And faces with smiles closed out Coopers opening day.

They say the best climber is the one having fun,
The psych of our group let us know we had won.
While everyone desires to tick off some sends,
The most important thing is to have fun with your friends!

…and here’s the kick ass poem by itself

The First Day at Coopers

Poem by Dylan Jones

‘Twas the first day at Coopers, and all through the woods
The climbers were out trying to bag up the goods;

Spotters huddled round the crash pads with care,
In hopes that success would ring through the air;

The toes were nestled all snug in their shoes,
While visions of moves in their heads they would cruise;

My friends in their beanies, and I in my cap,
Had just reawakened from the long winter’s nap,

From the top of the rocks there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the pad to see what was the matter.

I danced up the crux of the route in a flash,
And mantled the top out to avoid a big crash.

The send train was chuggin’ along this hard route,
Another climber topped out with a shout.

The sun hit the rocks with a bright yellow gold,
Gave energy to all climbers, new young and old,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
A puffy-clad crusher with a six pack of beer.

He tossed up a can of cold IPA,
And showed up with plenty of beta to spray.

“This crimp, that nubbin, a high foot and lock off!
Mono pocket, grab the jug and stay tight or you’ll pop off!

Through the thin crux, to the top of the wall!
Now send it, my bro, and go crush them all!”

The wind picked up fiercely, it was somewhat surprising,
The drop in temps meant the friction was rising.

The camera came out, we didn’t have to barter,
Hopes of a sick pic meant we’d try a little harder.

We donned our bright layers and chalked up our hands,
And took some deep breaths before the vertical dance.

With sore feet and raw tips we ended our play,
And faces with smiles closed out Coopers opening day.

They say the best climber is the one having fun,
The psych of our group let us know we had won.

While everyone desires to tick off some sends,
The most important thing is to have fun with your friends!