As a mountain guide people often ask me if I get bored of climbing certain routes. In Red Rock Canyon I've climbed Cat in the Hat (5.6+ II+) thirty or more times. I've climbed Solar Slab (5.6 III+) at least twenty times and in the Cascades I've summitted Mount Baker twenty-nine times. So I know the routes very well, but do I get boredÉ?

The answer is no.

I don't get bored because there's always something interesting going on. Sometimes it's an interesting person I'm climbing with. Sometimes it's an interesting conversation. And other times an interesting event takes place on the route.

In the past such interesting events have included everything from ash falling on a crag from a nearby forest fire to winter storms to rescues. Sometimes the events that make a climb really memorable have little to do with me, but have everything to do with the climbers I'm with. Such was the case on November 8th, 2007.

The author, AAI guide Jason Martin

Anne Marie and Ian (and dinner!)

Ian and Anne Marie were a normal climbing team. The young couple had a background that included a great deal of gym climbing and some outdoor single pitch work, but little multi-pitch experience. Upon meeting the two in the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area I suggested that we climb Geronimo (5.7 II+), a fun and laid back four pitch route with big ledges and mild exposure. Little did I know that something extraordinary would happen at the top of the route on that beautiful fall day.

This season I've done Geronimo four or five times. Indeed, I've probably done it more than any other route in the canyon this fall. Geronimo requires a forty-five minute approach, so even on the busiest weekends the classic climb only sees a few parties a day. And though the route is notorious for stuck ropes on the descent, the lure of a quieter climb during the busy fall season is hard to ignore.

Anne Marie climbing Straight Shooter (5.9+)

Ian approaching the Newcastle Crag

Geronimo has another interesting feature. It is perhaps the only route in the Conservation Area that has a summit register. A small rusty box is attached to the bolts on the summit with a tattered piece of webbing. Inside the box is a series of notes, photos and business cards. Most of the notes are meaningless. Most simply identify the members of the different climbing parties that sent the route.

But deeper in the box there's something else.

Buried at the bottom of the rusty receptacle are photos of a man with a large bushy mustache. He doesn't look like a climber. Instead, he looks like a happy family man. There is little information in the box about him. But something tells me that he is important to the route. There's something about the photos and the way they are presented that tells me the man has passed away. And something tells me that the name Geronimo is his nickname and that this route is some sort of memorial to him.

Something...

These thoughts skipped through my mind as we reached the summit after a successful ascent. Both Anne Marie and Ian were excited to make the top of the climb. It was Anne Marie's first real experience way off the deck and only Ian's second.

We sat on the summit under the warm glow of Red Rock's afternoon sun. Anne Marie lazily snapped photos of the steep craggy walls around us and the city in the distance. Ian dug through his backpack looking for something to eat.

Suddenly the young man had something in his hand. I struggled to see what it was. Everything became clear as he sunk to his knee and held a ring out to Anne Marie.

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

The young woman was thunderstruck. She stammered, tears shimmering in her eyes. "You're not supposed to do that," she whispered. "You're not supposed to do that."

Ian smiled and looked at me, "she hates surprises."

"Not surprises like this," she responded. "You're not supposed to do that..."

Once I realized the gravity of the situation I took the camera from Anne Marie. I did so just in time.

The young woman whispered her mantra once more, "you're not supposed to do that."

"Does that mean yes?" Ian asked.

Anne Marie looked up, her cheeks streaked with tears of happiness and said "yes." She smiled, "yes, I will marry you."

The newly engaged couple at the top of Geronimo.

I frantically took photos of the happy couple as they kissed and then embraced one another. As they held each other, I realized that this would definitely be one of those days that I would remember.

The moment passed and all three of us were different in some way. Each of us were better people. The happy couple made a life-changing decision before me. And I am a better person for simply having witnessed it.

"We should write something in the summit register," I said. The couple happily agreed.

I didn't have a pen, so Anne Marie borrowed my knife and sliced a small piece of cardboard out of the ring box. She then carved a simple message into the cardboard. It read:

I Said Yes!
November 8, 2007

Ian climbing at the Newcastle Crags

Geronimo may be a memorial to a man who died long ago and there's something sad about that. But the pictures at the bottom of the box show a man smiling with a group of people who look suspiciously like him, happy to embrace the warm love of his friends and family. I'm sure the man nicknamed Geronimo would also be happy to know that his memorial was a place where new love was dedicated. I'm sure he'd be happy to know that the first sentence in the first chapter of a new shared life was written before him...and that first sentence was, "I said yes!"

Red Rock sunset.