Taylor Van Roekel

Taylor Van Roekel

            It started when I was little, gazing up from the valley floor, watching little specks spider their way up El Cap. A sort of fascination/border-line obsession with adventure sports has coursed through me since then. I love climbing. All of us do. But paired with my passion for writing, I enjoy telling the stories of climbing. Not the flashy sends and big names, but the personal bests, new routes and local crags. That’s what I like. So here I am, giving voice to the everyday athlete, breathing life into our sport on a daily basis. My name is Taylor VanRoekel. I’m a student and a climbing instructor at University of Wisconsin–Stevens Point. I love climbing, skiing, reading, writing, being active, playing with my dog Smudge, long walks on the beach and living my life according to only the finest rap music. Enjoy!

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The pale gas-station light hit my face uncomfortably as I cracked open the double doors of a CITGO outside of Lexington, KY.
It occurred to me that either I had just met a smooth talking con man, or I had just met an expatriate of the 70’s climbing boom.
Climbing by nature is a selfish sport. And although it involves two people (one climber and one belayer) the whole system is aimed at the success of just the climber.
Somewhere in between the sharp fin-like escarpments of the front range, and the bluffs of the east coast, lies one of the nations best kept climbing secrets. Hidden deep inside a backdrop of dairy farms and rolling hills
Scattered at my feet and all over the floor were old, dusty, greasy holds that had bore witness to thousands of college students throughout their lives.
-This is the worst feeling, this one right here I knew I was going to fall. That wasn’t the problem. It was how. -Let go Taylor, you’re gonna have to.