After a very long morning of coffee service at the Mount, then an afternoon of cleaning it up I was looking forward to getting out to Hays Kennedy Park in Prospect to climb my tree. Again another beautiful sunny day. I love driving into Louisville with my windows down and music blaring. I got to the park and had to park off the side of the road since the park was packed with a soccer tournament and other park goers. I walked up to my tree thinking about the day I first climbed it and how it was a momentous day: my first opening in Louisville. I sized up my jump to grab the knots trying to determine exactly how to grab them while still avoiding my cut on my hand.
I tried once and got my right hand on but my left was in a bad position. So I re-figured then ran with a little more gusto this time. I stuck to the trunk then hopped up to the second set of knots. Then I reached for the lowest branch to pull myself into the limbs.
As I did this I heard an old guy yell to his daughter, "Hey (insert girl’s name), watch this guy in the tree, he’s a real tree climber." Trying not to speed up like I did yesterday, I just climbed concentrating on where I was going and avoiding my cut. The girl asked a lot of questions: where is he? is he scared? how high is he going? how will he get down? Her dad said he didn’t know and that she should ask me. All she asked was if I was scared. I said no. I climbed the sycamore to the top where my ribbon was and at this point my audience had become disinterested and continued playing basketball.
I got a very comfortable stance and had both hands free to take pictures.
After that, and getting a leaf, I moved my left foot down to start the climb down. As I adjusted my right foot on the limb I had been standing on, it suddenly broke. I immediately reacted by tightening my hand holds and shifting my weight to my left foot. That kept the branch from completely breaking off. I couldn’t believe it. A really close call but my climbing technique of 3-points worked again. It was incredibly scary but I didn’t come close to falling.
I continued down but bumped my ankle on a branch and knocked off a big scab. It started to bleed a lot but I just continued down then dropped to the ground.Close call!
10-1-08: I was pretty lucky that day. Just think, I was standing on that limb with no handholds taking pictures. And it was at the very top of the tree. I have always thought, though, if I did fall I think I would be able to catch myself on a branch before tumbling all the way to the ground. I really do. Especially in a sycamore with all the branches. Lot and lots of branches. I saw this video once of a guy jumping off a roof into an evergreen of some sort. All the soft limbs slowed him down till he was on the ground… fine.
That is the back patio area.
That is the industrial section just north of Butchertown.
And that is the steeple from the nearby church. I like this one especially.
I took some with flash as well. You can see that the wind storm really blew a lot of the leaves off but left the clumps of whirligigs behind.
Then I climbed back down really enjoying the cooler temperatures. It’s nice not to get so sweaty after a climb.
I then drove back to Germantown and got to bed to get ready for our big move.