I remember when the first time I fell in love with climbing. We met in a parking lot in a small park in central Oregon. Books were written about this place, legends were made, people tested themselves. I met up with a guide at Smith Rock to get my first attempt a tall sandstone. While my first climbs were in great sandstone in Tennessee at places like Foster Falls and the Obed, this place was dramatic. Soaring stones, imposing walls and complex trad lines, it is a magical place. I was still new to climbing and here another trip, so I hired a guide to show me where to go. It was a dreary day, but all the same, I summited two of the classic pitches. Wherever I May Roam was the more memorable of the two climbs. This was a climb so scary on this day, I thought that I would never finish. Of course in the years since, I've come back and led that climb every time. Some links here on the location, if you are in the neighborhood check it out.