I had planned my first day of bouldering at Rotary Park, but when the time comes I don’t really want to go. It’s chilly and windy. I promised Ann that I’d pick her up there after her hike though, so I make myself go. Of course, as always with bouldering, I’m glad I did. The wind soon dies down and it’s pleasantly cool. The rock feels good, and the problems I remember go smoothly and quietly. I finish on the Penny Pincher, and after a few tries I get it, to my own amazement! All last year I worked and failed at this problem. The warm glow of bouldering joy fills me up, and I remember why I bother hauling myself out here after a long day at work.