It was a happy accident when I began climbing with Giovanni (G) last summer. Years ago, I said I would never take money for climbing and contaminate my pleasure of it, and I have been true to my word for almost 35 years, but that view has changed a little since I met Giovanni. I confess that once I accepted a fresh blueberry pie as compensation for guiding a young couple up Bon Echo in Ontario, but no cash changed hands, and besides, I was flat broke and perpetually hungry then.
It was my viola teacher who introduced me to her husband, G, who eagerly wanted to try climbing and we all agreed to trade climbing for music lessons, so no money changed hands and my philosophy of no cash…
