My Brother's First Climb
March, 1989
Even as we started into the woods toward the cliff, I was still using my most offhand manner to assure my brother Marty that rock-climbing was just another way to be outdoors on a good September day. I promised him there wasn't going to be any flirting with death up there; just a little scramble and pull on the easiest vertical we could find that would give him a feeling for how the rope and the hardware worked. It was going to be his first time on the rock and I didn't want anything to scare hi...
